[center][h1][color=72C515]Chatak Claybitah[/color][/h1][/center]
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Chatak decided it would probably be best to walk into the city as he approached. Sure, just walking alongside Patches might seem a little odd compared to the usual animals a human might see around these parts, but at least this way he might just seem like a halfling or gnome with an exotic pet. Riding into town on a hyena's back though just seemed a little [i]too[/i] gobliny to not get called out. Then again, it's not like the rest of his appearance wasn't at least [i]somewhat[/i] suspicious too. He had to make sure none of his skin showed, but that fact would have thrown him off in itself if he was one of them... 

Still, not like there was much he could actually do about it. Gobs weren't particularly appreciated by most other races, so he had to do his best to hide his identity until he knew the people he got help from wouldn't get scared off. Honestly though, it wasn't like he could actually blame them if they did. The vast majority of gobs weren't exactly pleasant to be around, and up until he started putting his ideas into action, the Claybitah Clan wasn't much better. However, after his suggestions had started to show results, the gobs of the tribe had started being able to focus on other things than just surviving from day to day, and he felt it marked a significant improvement on how bearable they were to be around. They actually had time to [i]make[/i] things instead of stealing them now. But that had led to the realisation that his knowledge was only going to get them so far. If he wanted the tribe to keep growing as it had, he was going to need to know how to take that information further. That meant finding experts on the subjects, and either getting notes from them or taking them to Claybitah territory himself.

Preferably the former, because it was entirely possible the empire might send someone to wipe them out if they heard of a goblin tribe getting too advanced. Might pose a threat to the nearby villages, after all.

Either way, the point was that he needed experts, and that meant he needed directions. He'd already started getting weird looks from a few of the people in the streets, and nervously adjusted his mask just in case it might've accidentally left a bit of green exposed. When he was [i]mostly[/i] sure it hadn't, he hurried along to the massive tower in the middle of the city, one he still had a few very, [i]very[/i] vague memories of from his childhood, where his brother had brought him to be saved from the verge of death. Twice actually, though he doubted most would ever know that. He wasn't entirely sure why he was drawn to it now, but as he approached, he caught sight of a nearby guard by the entrance.

Great! He was sure they'd give him directions!

[color=72C515]"Ey, Guardman?"[/color] He asked, still having trouble with the hume language. [color=72C515]"Me Chatak. Chatak need smart people. People who make building, or metal, those type. You know where?"[/color]