[h3][u][b][i][color=fdc68a]---Kittim ~ the dime tour guide [/color][/i][/b][/u][/h3]
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 As the mother-to-be buckled the small goblin yelped in alarm, rolling up to her feet hands stretched in case Gabbi toppled. [b]Ahuhh uf - of course, why I came running!"[/b] She clicked her tounge and the rat came running back, it took hold of the hem of her tiny dress struggling till it's rodent hands found the rope.  She absent mindedly pet the brown furball, while staring at the sword.
 Were those some kinda runes? Did the blacksmith have a magic sword?! Maybe Kadim was right to fear Olric. (Though he'd never admit it.)
 The two adults stood more than a head taller than Kittim, still she tentatively inched around in front of them as if expecting one, or both, to topple, ready to (attemp) hold them up.
  [b]"Ya got 'er  oldie, OliOli?"[/b] She asked as they moved.