The chilled night air had sunk itself down over Jastery, most would have retreated inside, to stay warm during the blured transition of humid and hot to chilled. However, Scumbelle had not yet found this luxury, eventually she would, but not quite yet, instead she had to go out and find her own in the ungreatful town, soon they'd see how wonderfully gracious she could be to them. Vital even.
With a slight shiver, Scumbelle would make her to the behind part of the Shady Corner, not inside, but outside, where the trash was, hearing the clattering of metals and such coming from the kitchen as people perpared their food for the night. She, not having any luck with being granted sustenance, had to resort to sorting through the scraps that were left behind in heaps or disposable containers. She'd been doing this for the past couple of nights, not having much luck in the towns mucky lake, not to mention the water was far too cold. As she searched, she'd mumble about this town having terrible and annoying creatures roaming around. "You'd think they'd throw out more food with all the excess carcasses lying about... Silly people."
Ozan walks into town from the direction of the Warrior's Hall, the faint smell of blood wafting off of his robes. Hearing the rummaging behind the hall, Ozan draws his sword. Finding the source of the commotion, Ozan walks over to the trash bin, raising his sword he aims the point downwards, ready to kill whatever vermin has invaded.
Scumbelle stopped moving around in the trash, hearing the same screechy voice as before, instantly recognizing it as Nasher's. Without much hesitation she popped out from the trash, her mask askew, to protest that this was her trash. "BECAUSE! NO ONE.." She quickly realized that there was a figure that held a sharp weapon mere inches from her face. "Invited you..." She frowned and looked up at the figure, her eyes squinted. "Why do you threaten Scumbelle? She means no harm, only requiring sustenance." She said crossing her arms, near to a child would.
The goblin popped his head from his can. "Nobody invites Nasher to hi- WHAT THE PIT IS YOUS DOING VULTURE!" Nasher shrieked at the ixifar. "Nasher say drops the slasher or Nasher gonna be angry!" he sprung from his can, his own dog slicer already in his hand. "Whys Vulture threaten their superior? Huh!?" Nasher asked.
Ozan wips his head to face the other goblin, his orange beak catching the light. Relizing his mistake, the whips the tip of his sword to point at the much hated goblin. "Vou can drop zat pig zticker if vour value your life, Scumstain."
Taking a quick glance down at the other goblin, judging her to be less of a threat, he wispers; "Hold on Child, allow me to purge thiz nuziance, and ve can find zome chow."
Scumbelle heard, what she now realized was an Ixifar, and instantly became very confused, starting off with tilting her head to tilting her entire upper torso in confusion, though she did hear her being called a child and then something about chow. "I'm no child." She said with a slightly dramatised reaction of, how dare you call me such. "However, you said something about sustenance yes?" She said with a bit of hope, perhaps this town wasn't full of ungreatful gnome loving hogs.
Nasher let out a gutteral snarl at the Ixifar who was holding the sword at him. "Scumbelle's no wants Vultures chicken scratch!" Nasher shouted at the ixifar. "Scumbelle gobb'n and is superior to Vulture food! Nasher rather get Scumbelle catfishes his self then poisons from Vulture!" the goblin kept his sword up, waiting for a move.
Ozan's sword glows red, he begins to mutter under his breath. He takes on step forward, but, shakes his head. "Not here, not now." Ozan flips the sword around, and slams it back into its sheath. "Zome other time, Zcumztain. I have this fair lady to take to dinner." Ozan then offers a hand to the female gobin, "Vhat iz your name?"
Scumbelle smiled up at the ixifar, taking his hand and stepping out of the dumpster, cleaning off the bits of trash that might have been on her shoulders or clothes. "Thank you very much." She proceeded to bow slightly before announcing her name. "My name is Scumbelle, and I don't believe you've told me your name?" She quirked a brow, which couldn't really be seen except for maybe a slight movement from under her still askew mask. She still remained surprisingly poise for a goblin.
Nasher was walking to the Shady Corner after a long day of engineering and science. His most recent invention had decided to light fire to itself, like was usual, and had been nothing but a hassle the entire day. As he was apporaching, he heard the bangings of something in the dumpsters behind the tavern. "Hmmmm. What's goings on backs here?" the goblin said to himself as he creeped his way back. "HEY! Why you no invite Nasher for dumpster divings!?" the goblin shrieked as he crawled himself into the nearest trashcan, scrounging about himself.