The sound of overly squeaky wheels and metal clanking on metal could be heard reverberating through the trees. The form of the goblin could be seen coming from the direction of his cabin, a rickety, homemade wagon laden with all sorts of nasty contraptions and rusted metals in tow. He stopped at the town post, deciding the sun was warmest there. Nasher promptly unloaded his cart all around him, whispering an offbeat and off pitch song from some far away land. He plopped himself down and began tinkering, a wide smile stretching his face into an eerie smirk.
Nasher looked up and had to take a second look, his face distorting into one of disgust. "And Scumbelles needs to go get more. She's ugly," he said turning his head back down to continue his work. A small pop could be heard and a bout of flame shot from wear Nashers screwdriver was. As if he's already seen it before, the goblin just patted it down and continued.
At the sudden fire burst that came from Nasher's fiddling with his devices, Scumbelle jumped backward as many loud monkey sounding screeches errupted from her mouth, her back hunching forward. Without any warning, she charged for his wagon and start banging her fists against it, rocking it violently back and forth, randomly grabbing at the metalic things and pulling on them and if they came loose, she chucked them all in random directions, as she continued to screech like a monkey. "Ooh Ooh-AH AH AH! WHOo-HA! AH AH!"
"WHAT THE PIT IS SCUMBELLE'S DOINGS!!" the goblin shrieked, tossing his contracption aside. It began to shoot fire like before, but Nasher was more intereted with pulling the raging monkey off his cart. "You're with the Cherry Cheeks!! Isnt Scumbelle! GET AWAY FROM NASHERS BITS!" he shout some more, pulling the feamle goblin off his cart and putting himself inbetween her and his cart. "What's WRONG with Scumbelle! Jeez!"
Scumbelle pouted, nor more or less in her complete monkey form, monkey ears having sprouted rather than her goblin ones and a tail swishing about. She decided to sit down and continue to glare at him until she went back into goblin form. Once this had happened she would continue to sit until she finally spoke. "If Nasher doesn't move himself and his annoying noises else where, Scumbelle will do the same thing until Nasher can't be heard so Scumbelle can sleep." She said quiet sternly up at him, not planning on going anywhere.
Scumbelle had taken a liking to the trash heaps behind the Tavern, the only source she had found thus far that was mildly welcoming in Jastery and also kept her fairly warm. For the most part this is where she stayed, but an awful, very unnatural sound was coming from some direction. Irate that her beauty sleep was so thoroughly interrupted, she flailed around in her smelly burrow until she was standing and looking towards the general direction of the noise. She spied a number of metalic trinkets, covered in rust and when they clashed together was probably the most horrible noise to her in the entire existence of Orn.
Her hands clenched into fists and her shoulders raised, her face scrunched together in a manner most unpleasant, Scumbelle stomped over to who ever was the rude individual that was causing such an unsightly ruckus.
"Oi!" Rather than her normal majestic sounding voice, Scumbelle's voice sounded that of a more natural goblin, with a twinge of some accent. "These screechy devices are ruining my required beauty sleep!" At this point she had realized it was Nasher, which didn't surprise her.