As darkness fell upon the town of Jastery, a masked silhouette could be seen sauntering down the path headed for the Tavern. The figure was obviously female, with a soft jaw and mild curves, hair short and messy, the mask she dawned pushing back what locks would be in her face. Her attire had a flare to it that screamed gypsy, with the belly dancing pants and many necklaces, rings and bracelets that clung to her... Green skin. She reached the Shady Corners double doors and pushed both wide open so she may enter, the doors then retracted and slammed behind her. Without any mind to look around at the people that inhabited the Tavern, she went directly to a table that stood almost in the middle of the building and climbed a top.
After a voluminous clearing of her throat, she spoke. "Greetings Town dwellers! I, Scumbelle, the most gracious and gorgeous being that will ever live, require sustenance." Her voice was very strange for a goblin, it was of a deeper female voice that was very much booming with a pompous mindset, and terribly dramatic. After a quick moment she said. "That is all." And stepped off the table and sat down, on a bench, patiently awating for her food and drink that the peasants would soon bring her.
Scumbelle tilted her head at the man goblin, giving him a mimicked quizzical look until she saw the drink in his hand. "Oh that must be for me!" She said enthusiastically and leaned across the table, making grabby hands at the drink he held, ending up crawling across the table to attempt to take it from him.
The goblin gave an even squitier look at the new goblin lass. "Hey! Does Gobb'n Girl even know who Nasher is? Does yous!?" Nasher shouted, taking the bottle into a bear hug of protection. "This is Nasher's bittles. Get'cher's own you's bum!" he shouted before taking another drink to prove his point.
Scumbelle's face twisted into a scowl, glaring at Nasher and his 'bittle'. "Do you even know who I am!" She shrieked, her once mildly tolerable accent now replaced with that one would expect from a goblin, it also had a bit of a cockney flair. "I'm Scumbelle! The beautifulist of all things ever, and as I said earlier, I require sustenance!" Her temper had flung itself out the metaphorical window at this point.
"Scumbelle not most beautifulliest things ever! Nasher is! Because Nasher is king! KING!" Nasher screeched, twisting his face into an ugly scowl. He tilted the bottle again, pushing the woman back at the same time as he finished off the contents of the bottle. "Ahhh. Thats hits the spots," Nasher exclaimed.
Scumbelle sat down on the table and burst out in laughter, slowly fading into a little chuckle. "You're not king, where's your crown? I see no proof of you being as beautiful as me." Her voice was now back to her original one that wasn't much like a goblins shrieking voice.
"Well for one, Nasher not covered in ugly, like Scumbelle is. And 2! Nasher got his self a drink! Therefore Nasher king and Scumbelle is stupid gobb'n girl! HA!" the goblin laughed into the female goblin's face. He was content with his logic, feeling very sure of himself.
Esgir halts ourside the tavern upon hearing the grating voice of "King" Nasher; peering inside and seeing not one, but two goblins.
For a moment he ponders either opening fire on the otherwise empty tavern, or simply barricading the door and burning it down. Deciding that while both may be a public service in hsi own opinion, the citizens of Jastrey may not appreciate it as such. Muttering loudly to himself about greenskins, he storms off to find a more suitable place for a drink.
Scumbelle continued to glare at Nasher, now in a crouched postion while still on the table, balancing on the balls of her feet, her shoulders hunched forward and her finger joints pressing against the tables surface.
"Oo-Oo-OO AH-AH!" She shrieked at the very annoying and self righteous goblin, who was completely and utterly wrong about her appearance, she was of course the prettiest of any creature and would not be told otherwise. Without much warning, she jumped off the table and darted out the side door on her two feet, not as hunched over as she had been when on the table.
Nasher watched as she darted out the door. "What in the pit was that!?!" the goblin shrieked, dumbfounded by what he saw. He quickly forgot about it as he grabbed another bottle and walked out the front door of the tavern, needing to go recollect himself after the scene.
Nasher was laying on his favorite table in the center of the tavern like he usually did. He had spent a long day of science and was taking a break. A familiar scent wafted past his nose. Old fish? City refuge? No. It was more pungent with a sharper punch. He wiggled his nose, trying to figure out the smell before pulling his head up. He caught sight of the masked goblin. "Who ordered the floozy?" Nasher shouted to the tavern dwellers. He hopped down and grabbed a drink off a random table, taking a large swig of it. He walked infront of the new goblin and stared at her with squinted eyes, blast marks streaking his face.