"[color=aba000]Oye, what'cha think yer doin' scrounging around other people's things?[/color]"  One of the guards demands of Galen, trying to seem menacing while resting a hand firmly upon the hilt of his sword.  The same guard, incidentally, who had just given Marcon basically no trouble whatsoever for doing functionally doing the exact same thing.  Sometimes it pays to be the one who isn't half drow.  "[color=aba000]How bout you just fuck off and ask really nicely if you wanna get summat from my wagon, okay?[/color]"

Almost as soon as the pumpkin came off of Blik's head, she launched into a wild stream of mostly useless gibberish, letting loose a wild stream of consciousness in an attempt to stave off the inevitable butchery that the cruel big folk constantly dispensed against her kind. "[color=9e0b0f]Okay!  Okay!  Blik tell you things.  Blik tell you everything.  Blik so helpful, you should want to hire Blik as good heplpful goblin help.  That how good Blik is at telling story.  But not story story.  Truth story.  Story that happen.  Everything you want know, Blik knows and Blik tells so please don't kill Blik![/color]"