[center][h1][color=DB7093]S[/color] [i]e l c i[/i]   [color=DB7093]D[/color] [i]a z z l e c r a f t[/i][/h1][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]The Hearty Wench[/b][/color]
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[indent]As Keebler still seemed dazed (and rather confused) Selci smiled widely and gave a cheerful reply in reference to Pidge’s proclamation that whoever was last would have to clean up the mess. [color=DB7093]“Good luck with the mess!”[/color]

The bard was quick to follow Jip and Pidge out of the tavern’s doors. One part of it being excitement to get to adventuring and the other part being that she honestly didn’t want to clean up anything. Fun was her forte and cleaning up after her or anyone else was the opposite of fun. Her name was Selci [i]Dazzlecraft[/i], not Selci [i]Janitorcraft[/i], after all. Leaving Keebler to clean up felt like a kind of pyrrhic victory anyway considering the old dotting gnome had been boasting since she had met him and Selci found it amusing whenever his boasting turned into old man whining.

As she exited the building, Jip appeared to be speaking to the other two members of the group. About the Goblin's lair.

[color=DB7093]“I didn’t know goblin-types slept during the day. But nobody taught me stories about goblins, because, well, there are no stories about goblins worth telling, I guess.”[/color]
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