[h2][center]Naji-Goblin Tartare taste like feet[/center][/h2]
[@Rune_Alchemist][@CollectorOfMyst][@Zeroth][@duthguy]

Naji continued to tear into the goblin’s (former goblin at this point he supposed) leg. The flesh tasted like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was vile and delicious at the same time, likely a result of having not eaten for god knows how long. The smell reminded him of something a customer had once brought into the bar, Surströmming. It was some sort of canned fish from Europe or something, a ‘delicacy’ from one of the countries that...as he recalled mattered so shockingly little he purged the very name of it from his memory long ago. He wish he could say the same for the smell, the foul slug that came from the can reeked of the sea, decay, and old yeast. Like being stuck inside the bloated corpse of a whale. It had taken the better part of a week to get the smell out of his clothes, and even longer to banish the stench from the bar. 

Thankfully though, the goblin only smelt like the back end of a warf. He tasted...like raw beef really. Stringy, raw, unprocessed, slightly off beef, garnished generously with Eau De Toilette by Goblinkind, but beef none the less. A faint blue sheen over his meal alerted to him to his new visitor, the luminous floating snot ball that had presumably fired on the goblins. [B]”....pleasure to meet you.”[/b] Naji chirped, slurring a lose string of muscle back into his mouth. It would...probably be pretty disturbing if this were not a life and second death situation. 

[b]”And I’m fine....She not coming to eat any of this?”[/b] He asks, dropping the now somewhat cleaned bone of the goblin’s leg. [b]”I mean...’s her kill. She should get a share..Hey, you think these guys are like fish?”[/b] He asks, looking over the goblin’s generously mauled face. [b]”You know...where the eyes are the good nutrient rich part? Lets see...."[/b] He says, idly digging a hand into the goblin’s eyelid. He gropes around inside for a moment, attempting to find the connective nerves before finally giving up and getting as good a grip as he could mange. He places his foot on the greenskins nose, giving a mighty grunt as he attempted to pull the eye out.