[color=red][h3]Drizzak[/h3][/color][hr]Drizzak leapt from the stool as he noticed the rest of the party leaving, toppling it with a loud clatter as he ran out the door. The bar staff could be heard outside the bar giving a sigh of relief as the dragon had finally left their presence, demanding nothing of them but their attention. The red of his costume almost shone in the light of the moon as he barreled toward the wagon, nearly colliding with one of the wheels as he failed to stop himself in time and went skidding around to the other side.

[color=red]"We go! We smash! We burn! Ahahaha!"[/color]

His laughter was shrill and maniacal as he mounted the wagon and attempted to climb forward to the camel, where he soon found himself standing atop one of its humps. The creature didn't seem to mind too much. It must have been his domineering sense of majesty. His face almost split in two as he pulled an excited grin, jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight. The dark was nothing to his goblin eyes, as he was naturally a creature of the dark. He could see the road and the rest of the group around the wagon. It was almost like being in another raiding party, except everyone, or mostly everyone was taller than him. Drizzak was rather tall for a Goblin, but he usually paid no mind.

The dragon-goblin pulled the hood of his costume up once more before checking his bag and crossbow at his back. Still there. Still safe. He roared as well as he could, looking back at the others before pointing ahead.

[color=red]"We kill dogmans, we eat dogmans! Yes? Hahahah!"[/color]