Thread: Green-Skinned Ambition (spellThief x iridium248)

Krozagthough he often went just by Zag, was not a particularly intimidating beast. If there was one thing he had going for him, it was that he wasn't quote as short as some of his companions. Standing in at....almost four feet, he was practically towering! Well, alright, he was maybe a little bit short of almost four feet, but not by much! Not that any goblin would be described as tall or anything resembling intimidating. He wasn't particularly muscular, he certainly wasn't tall, and even a Dwarf would be able to look down a little bit at him, and most of his ilk. He wasn't as dirty or unkempt as Goblins that would be encountered in the wild, but that wasn't entirely by choice. Wearing at least a vest, even if he didn't wear anything underneath it, and a pair of pantshis loincloth idea shot down very readily was mandated if he wanted to keep his job. Not that he really wanted to keep his job in the inn, he thought dryly to himself with a twitch of one of his long, pointed ears, jutting out at slight angles from the top of his head. They were almost elf-like, albeit lacking all of the grace and beauty, and any Elf would probably be downright offended if such a comparison was made. No hair graced his head, and his nose was elongated and slightly hooked downwards. He was clean...for a goblin, but he outright refused to walk around smelling like flowers or fruit or whatever nonsense Elves did to themselves. There was some benefit to keeping from stinking too much, though. His job was demeaning, mostly consisting of sweeping and hauling out garbage and doing whatever task someone else couldn't be bothered to take care of. They employed him, though, a goblin, and the fact that he had somewhere to sleep and...what could be described as food wasn't terrible. What he lacked in strength, and payment, and employment opportunities, and height, though, he made up for in some other ways. He was cunning, for one, and underhanded to the bone. People got drunk, and then got careless, so he supplemented his income by swiping whatever wouldn't be missed by adventurers and citizens. Gold, small magical items or potions, anything and everything he could get his fingers on. If there was one other benefit to the job, it was that the girls employed, and to a slightly lesser extent the owner, were all wonderfully attractive, and he filled his eyes just as much, if not more so, as he filled his pockets while he worked. If there was anything nicer than a pouch of stolen gold and a pair of big, Elven tits spilling out of a dress, or some adventurer walking around in skimpy armor, he had yet to discover it. The very thought nearly had him salivating, but he straightened up and made a point to at least look like he was working, lest he get swatted or yelled at. Perversion was another characteristic that he embodied in spades, not helped by the fact that hookups weren't exactly something that was common for him. Fantasizing and staring had to do, along with...well, he kept himself entertained. The day was young, though, the Inn not yet filling up, and he left with a lot of cleaning up to do after last night, none of which he was particularly interested in doing. As long as the tavern wenches were out there with him, though, he would be able to keep himself distracted enough to suffer through.