[A few flimsy benches and chairs are arranged around the fire, where various other goblins have gathered in anticipation of supper. Tantabel and another, slightly younger goblin woman are busy attending to the rabbit stew. The pot is big enough that they have to stand on a stool in order to comfortably stir it.
Not trusting any of the chairs to hold Zel's weight or fit either of them comfortably, Emery opts to sit on a blanket that's been laid out instead, and gestures Zel to sit with them.
And naturally Emery and Zel attract attention, so Emery takes it upon himself to chat with the goblins that sit near to them.]
The Hob's letting us tag along to Fairford. [...] I'm Emery, that's Zelgadis. He's my bodyguard. [...] Yeah, I do! And we're just sightseeing, what about you? I hear you've got a stall at the Fairford Market? [...] Oh, what kind of boxes?
[And so on and so forth. Soon enough, the stew is ready and the women are passing out bowls of fresh stew and hunks of chewy, unleavened bread.
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Not trusting any of the chairs to hold Zel's weight or fit either of them comfortably, Emery opts to sit on a blanket that's been laid out instead, and gestures Zel to sit with them.
And naturally Emery and Zel attract attention, so Emery takes it upon himself to chat with the goblins that sit near to them.]
The Hob's letting us tag along to Fairford. [...] I'm Emery, that's Zelgadis. He's my bodyguard. [...] Yeah, I do! And we're just sightseeing, what about you? I hear you've got a stall at the Fairford Market? [...] Oh, what kind of boxes?
[And so on and so forth. Soon enough, the stew is ready and the women are passing out bowls of fresh stew and hunks of chewy, unleavened bread.
As soon as Zel's had some:]
How do you like it?