"What [i]is[/i] that infernal racket?" Dssialii opened the shutters of his room and glared alternately between the blinding sun that streamed in to disagree with his slowly-adjusting eyes and the scene in the road before his rented house that was slowly becoming discernible as something other than too much light. Ah, it was just wanton murder, nothing unusual there. He stretched lazily, shuffled his position on the box that he'd had to slide over so that he could get a good look out the window, and with a yawn settled his head heavily on his arms. Might as well not pass up the show that... hmmm, he knew this fellow, didn't he? Another traveler, then, give him a moment... ah, yes, Eeiys. He tested the name sibilantly; for a non-goblin name, it had a nice ess sound that he could draw out without ruining the flow of the name.

But sadly, one of the performers was far better at his work than the others put together, and so it wasn't a very long show (though he did like Eeiys' monologue, it was always interesting to listen to that one rabble on in his self-righteous manner about whatever it was had made him decide to kill things this time). As things cleaned up, or rather Eeiys cleaned things up, things being his sword (he was probably going to leave the bodies there, what a shame), Dssialii loudly made his presence known by calling out raucously and clapping his hands together.

"Oh yes, good show! Encore, my good friend, encore! Find another heathen to slay, it was just getting good!" He smiled widely enough for his teeth to be seen from the road below, and once sure he'd caught the knight's attention, hopped down from his box and then down to the first floor, where he unlocked the door and then backed away. His invitation was clear; in fact, he had once extended it to this particular acquaintance in almost exactly the same way a few months previous. And Eeiys was sure to recognize his distinctively-long esses.

"Well, well, one would think that you were on the way to ssee me, what with the dead soldiers being so conspicuously close to my doorstep, Eeiys." Dssialii modestly put on his glass-blower's apron (though it didn't do anything to cover up his back, and he really doubted that Eeiys cared one way or the other, anyway. "So what will it be? A bauble for a girl? Want me to take a look at that sword of yours again and tell you to stop so-carelessly sharpening it with skulls again?"