[Emery squeezes in besides Zel to be polite, but he very quickly kind of wishes he could wait outside. The space is not only small, but very warm thanks to the little metal stove the Hob sits in front of, and it's not a situation that's going to be improved by the addition of two bodies. Ah well.
Even if one doesn't know much about how goblins age, it's pretty obvious that the Hob is a very old man- he's thin and fragile looking, almost entirely bald except for some wisps of grey hair at the base of his skull, and his skin and eyes are a pale wilted brown-grey, as old age has leeched not just his green but his color entirely.
He gives the two of them an assessing look and oddly, it's not Zelgadis who the Hob's gaze lingers on for longer.
Well, maybe it would be understandable if it were more of a leer (in case anyone forgot, Emery would like to remind everyone that he is very attractive), but there's nothing indecent about the Hob's gaze, it's merely thoughtful. Emery returns the gaze calmly, and soon enough the Hob resumes eye contact with Zel.
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Even if one doesn't know much about how goblins age, it's pretty obvious that the Hob is a very old man- he's thin and fragile looking, almost entirely bald except for some wisps of grey hair at the base of his skull, and his skin and eyes are a pale wilted brown-grey, as old age has leeched not just his green but his color entirely.
He gives the two of them an assessing look and oddly, it's not Zelgadis who the Hob's gaze lingers on for longer.
Well, maybe it would be understandable if it were more of a leer (in case anyone forgot, Emery would like to remind everyone that he is very attractive), but there's nothing indecent about the Hob's gaze, it's merely thoughtful. Emery returns the gaze calmly, and soon enough the Hob resumes eye contact with Zel.
"And who do you mean by we?"]