Thread: Green-Skinned Ambition (spellThief x iridium248)

For being a rather small structure, it still felt sprawling enough for 'Zag, whose small stature at least proved some benefit in that regard, beyond the obvious advantages of staying largely beneath people's notice. Some would be frustrated by that, particularly, he imagined, humans and the other towering races who were used to being the center of attention, but it was useful for him to earn his own bonus on the side. Honestly, he couldn't see why half of the wenches who came through got it in their skulls that they could be rich and famous if they only crammed their deliciously ample bust in a suit of armor and marched out with whatever group would take them on. For however much he longed to be doing almost anything else, adventuring did not make the list as preferable to his current job. It was perhaps a little unfair to say that no goblins could fight, as in some rare.... very rare occasions some group pulled together some ounce of competency to prove a threat, but alone, and with no experience or training to speak of, Krozag wouldn't be a particular asset unless something needed stolen. Which he supposed was at least occasionally the case, given the frequency of parties employing rogues, but he could live well enough without. The current lack of adventurers was little comfort to the overworked creature, who was still cleaning up after the last group. Of course, honest and hardworking goblin as 'Zag was, he could somehow suffer through putting his current task on hold to turn his gaze towards the entrance as someone entered, and what a someone! If he had to guess from the attire, he had her pegged for one of them magic types, and a damn sight more attractive than the goblin shamans who usually practiced it. While generally fond of the color blue, Krozag's appreciation for the hue skyrocketed as he looked her up and down, lingering understandably on her bodice and its valiant efforts to contain her figure, for however much success it was having. He made sure that the view wouldn't fade fast from his mind and then resumed his task, waiting for the girl to settle in and become distracted before he stole another peek. Huh? He replied when his name was called, flinching instinctively and clinging to the broom he held as if expecting a rain of either blows or insults to fall upon him at any moment. He quickly realized that it was the elf wench rather than the owner speaking to him though, and he allowed himself an easy grin as he turned his attention there instead. Familiarity had done little to soften the appeal of the creature, her pointed ears refreshingly similar to his own, though her figure was far more attractive. Mm, the things he'd do if he could get his grubby hands on her. As always, his first response when tasked with something was to bite back a sarcastic string of words in the goblin tongue that roughly translated to 'blow me'. As if he wasn't making himself useful already! He knew well the futility of arguing, however, his grin fading a bit, though it came back full force when he realized he was being tasked with attending to the sorceress. Of course, my dear Tialyn! He replied, smile practically predatory as he discarded his dustbin and broom against the wall, wiping his hands off on his pants and strolling over to her table, whistling merrily all the way. To be seen, he had to clamber up onto the chair opposite her, dusting himself off and looking over to the blue-haired beauty. Hey there, sweet cheeks. Welcome to the Heroes' Hearth. He gave a slight bow, eyes lingering on her chest more often than her own eyes. What would you like Krozag to give you? He inquired, gesturing to himself, likely unnecessarily, and allowing his thoughts to wander to the things he'd do to her, given the chance. Such shapely legs, which were obviously front and center when he was walking normally, though he could only imagine, looking at the curve of her hips, that she'd have a great ass on her as well. Whether it could compare to her bust, he could only guess, though, suspecting perhaps not. The sausage is quite popular. Charisma and subtlety in spades, that was for certain. He had noticed that she had pointed ears as well, but suffice it to say that wasn't where his attention was.