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Azra took another couple of steps closer toward the unconscious goblin. He gazed down at it somewhat unsurely. Azra had some small experience with unconscious people, but mainly when they were too worse for wear of the drink, rather than truly on the brink of death. Still, might as well try. When he was standing directly above it, the tiefling prodded the goblin with the tip of one boot, in an attempt to wake the creature. 

[color=f26522]"Ermm... excuse me... Are you dead? It's just we had a few questions that we would like to ask you ab-"[/color] Azra stopped midsentence and shook his head. After a moment he raised one hand and slapped himself across the forehead. [color=f26522]"Oops sorry, I forgot it was a goblin."[/color]

He stopped and cleared his throat loudly.

[color=f26522]"EX-CUSE ME! ARE YOU DEAD?! HAVE QUEST-ION FOR YOU! WHERE GUN-DREN?!"[/color] Azra mimed the act of looking around for something before doing his best impression of a dwarf. [color=f26522]"HOW MANY GOB-LINS?! WHERE IS YOUR LAIR?!"[/color]

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