[center][color=CCCC22][h3]Jub the Peculiar[/h3][/color][/center]

Jub's ears drooped slightly when Brutrumukk stated he wouldn't flee, though he wasn't exactly surprised. In the short time they had known each other, the bugbear hadn't shown the least bit of fear. If the incident during the dragonfly rides hadn't shaken him, the prospect of a few carnies attacking him was unlikely to make him flinch.

The goblin was quiet as they made their way backstage, eying each of the carnivalfolk they passed with suspicion and making note of every available exit should he have to make an escape. When they finally met Mister Witch and Mister Light face-to-face, Jub became even more tense, the hint of a grimace forming beneath his hood. Yes, he remembered these two from eight years ago, and their dismissive attitude when he had told them what he had lost. He could only hope they didn't remember [i]him[/i] as well. 

Jub was on edge that Brutrumukk's comment on Mister Witch's appearance caught him off guard and caused him to give a nervous snicker, and he had to catch himself so he didn't burst out into full out laughter. [color=CCCC22]"No, no, I admit, this is a new one for me as well,"[/color] he responded in goblin. At Gabriel's words, he tried his best to recollect himself before saying, this time in common, [color=CCCC22]"Yes, very polite, I assure you, err, my companion was simply praising your unique dress sense."[/color] He gave a small nod to Mister Witch, putting on the most sincere face he could muster given the circumstances.