The weather outside was dreary and chill and the rather small form of a cloaked woman walked down the mud-soaked path toward the steps of the Shady Corner. Her thick cloak was beginning to show signs of soaking up the water that fell lightly, but steadily from the day's dark grey clouds. The lower half of her face was covered with a thick mask and the upper was obscured by the hood of her cloak. She gently pushed the door open and dropped her hood and the lower mask from her face, leaving only a well-shaped leather masquerade-like mask. Katerina sighed lightly and strode over to the bar, ordering a drink. Once the glass of amber colored liquid was safely in her grasp, she turned and moved to a table toward the rear of the building and sat with her back to the wall. She let out another sigh and sat back, sipping her drink. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself, "Right... Well, I suppose I shall have to get used to being back here."
The entrance of the Goblin did not go unnoticed by Katri. A small smile, if a touch malicious, played at the corners of her mouth at the somewhat charred and still smoking green-skinned menace. The Uordeqi woman chuckled quietly, her violet eyes gleaming, "Looks like some sorcerer has had a delightful target practice. I hate that I missed out. I could have used a little fun."
Nasher wearily turned his had towards the urodeq woman. "What's Dark Eye's talking bout? Nashers not have target practice. Or is a scorcherer," he said, the steady line of smok still drifting from his scalp. "Although Nasher did scorch his self." Before th goblin was able to continue on his tangnt, the barkeep brought his mead. Nasher slowly reached up and grabbed it before slumping over a bench without taking so much of a sip of his drink.
In the darkest part of the tavern, A stoic figure sits surveying the tavern with his keen eyes. As the woman entered and sat in the back of the tavern, Leofricks' mood changes, his brow furrowed as the sight of her aggravated him, but saying nothing, he remained in the dark.
"Oh? I was assuming you were the target, not the caster, greenskin." Katri snorted before taking another sip of her drink. "However, far be it from me to stop you in any self-harm or suicide attempts. If the town goblin problem will take care of itself, I am content to watch."
The goblin shot the woman a mean look from where he laid. "Nasher not doing suicide, stupid dark-eyes! Nasher proving hisself to Nok-Nok. For Nok-Nok said Nasher is to be great shaman!" Nasher made a motion like he was going to push himself up, but decided it was too much work and continued to lay in the same, motionless spot.
Nasher went through the long list of seething comebacks to fire back at the Urodeq whn a flash of genius flashed across his mind. I a single movement, the goblin raised his right fist with his middle finger extended. "Yeah, that'll show Darkeyes" he thought to himself as he put his hand back down to rest on his chest.
Katri simply shook her head at the little greenskinned beast. She brushed off the gesture with an airy, bored flick of her wrist. Finishing off her drink, she walked her glass back and retrieved a plate of food. Settling back in, her eyes flashed over to Leofrick briefly. She had completely ignored him up to that point, as she had been wont to do in the past months. "Well... at least it's quieter these days." She mumbled to herself.
Violet eyes glittering from inside her mask and fork poised between her plate and her mouth, Katerina stared Nasher down. His behavior reminded her of a small, ugly green child, or the most disgusting old mangy pup she'd ever seen. It likely would have been cuter were he anything but a Goblin. Setting her forkful of food back on the plate she questioned blandly and sarcastically, "Is there something I can help you with?"
Nasher slowly pushed his way through the door, much softly than he usually does. His hair was still smoking and patches of hair were missing as if they were burned off. "Nasher wants one mead humans," the goblin said weakly, coughing a puff of soot from his mouth. He leaned against the bar as he waited for his drink.