"How many more times I have to tell you..."The cloaked, diminituve humanoid said, rubbing his temple with a somewhat wrinkled and tattoed hand, a bone bracelet hanging from it. "You don't feed that kind of treats to the beasts, lackwit." The height and somewhat gutural pronounciation of such words denounced the beast as one of the most known pests of the kingdoms. A goblin. And one quite rare at it, for he was of advanced age. Normally these creatures did not live that long. The most surprising part was however, that the denizens of Viarosa were giving him and his minions wide berth.

It was because of the motley. Excluding the cloaked elder, every single of the half a dozen of goblins that surrounded him was dressed in a garish attire, announcing their stated profession to the world. Circus performers. Two of the male ones were juggling small balls, swapping them as they balanced themselves on two large balls, showing near perfect coordination, despite the rough monstrous features of the couple. A third one, female, with somewhat more softer features and closer to what humans deemed as acceptably presentably was announcing the name of the Mist Goblin circus with surprising diction, not skipping a beat to squeeze the most of her tiny lungs to announce the different numbers. A fourth one, female was sitting on a crude stand, made out of a box, and posing with a head-dress dedicated her time to perform card tricks or Crystal ball readings for free as a way to advertise.

They had been moderatedly successful despite the crowds of the street and the location, a little way off the main streets of Viarosa, having atracted several kids and even the surprised adult. And luckily, none from the guard nor any zealot had driven them out. 

But the fifth male goblin was bowing before the leader. "Me sorry! Me sorry!". The flustered goblin added, exchanging looks with one of the beasts of the circus. It would have been an splendid example of male wolf, if the pitiful beast wasn't whining and puking in the dark section of a back alley, too sick to even stand up. The leader shook his head, sighing deeply.

[i]First there were the bad omens. Me and Zema get bad readings with our cards and bones. Then the temple of Hagash crumbles, and that damned spirit of the relic tells me that a God died. And that is supposed to be really bad news. Of course, given how much unrest there is these days, we can barely scrape by. And now this. That fool poisons my prized wolf companion because he didn't pay attention to what kind of seasoned meat he was giving to the animal.[/i]

"Well, can't be helped." The Goblin said as he clenched his teeth, revealing his most recognizable feature, a golden tooth. "Kruk, you did this, so you're going to tend to my wolf for the time being." He said, indicating the apologizing goblin to keep cleaning wolf puke from the street. "Zema." He said, catching the attention of the fortuneteller goblin. "You will come with me. We are going to find an emetic for this poor beast."

"Yes Goldtooth", said the female goblin as she packed up her stand, and followed the elder goblin as he squirmed past the people. "We need to find an apothecary, but failing that, any tavern will do. We can fetch ingredients for the emetic from food spices aswell." He added. "Mayhaps we should try the Laughing Fiddler."