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[color=23c6ae]”Hmmmm"[/color] 
 
Choices choices so many choices. She presumed knife ears probably wanted to go to the library. Lyminia might still want to check out the marketplace? She had no idea what the bloody goblin wanted, which wasn’t much of a change of pace.  As for her:
 
[color=23c6ae]”I could go for lunch right about now"[/color] 
 
Hopefully the 3 areas were close together, she would rather not hang around in a library full of books she couldn’t read.
 
She vaguely listened in on the answers to Lyminia’s questions, noting the disinterest of the gods in people like them. A shame, but not unexpected. Then again there was the chiefs suspicion that one of the gods had something to do with their gifts, so perhaps they were watching, even if they weren't going to respond to questioning. Not that that gave much comfort, the gods watching her while she crashed and burned wasn’t going to get her out of any dangerous situations.
 
She was pulled from once again wondering which god might be responsible by the appearance of a new goblin who looked to be the same age as them. Pretty short too. She wondered how she got here.
 
[color=23c6ae]”Hi there"[/color] she greeted them [color=23c6ae]”did ya wake up after us?"[/color]