Percival was hiding. That was nothing new. He had barely skidded to a stop at the kobolds feet before more action began to swirl around him; the action of a large gathering of people, some official and some not. There should not be this much action in his life. He ate, slept, drank, and stole. Occasionally he would piss and shit and when he was feeling in the mood he would fight. That was it. Today there had been entirely not enough beer, sleep, food, or shiny things to steal. And entirely too much chaos and being scooped up by ancient goat police zeppelins. So he did the only logical thing in his mind. He hid.
He was hiding behind a chair. Of course the chair was not the best hiding place so he looked quite ridiculous crouching there. No one seemed to pay him any mind however, and soon goats, spell-born, and a few other oddballs began gathering in the room. A very officious goat began to speak as soon as the place was full up with bodies. Percival paid no attention. Goats rarely had anything important to say. Ever. But they did have shiny things.
In fact he was zoned out trying to plan where he would find his next beer, he doubted he could find any here, when he caught words about the credits. Money was good. It could buy shiny things. Buying shiny things was against his principles in general but when you legally bought one thing you could steal several more and the owners were less likely to pay you any mind. Plus if he could claim to have lots of money, and somehow make it look true, the girls would be all over him. For the second time this day his thoughts drifted to goblin orgies. Just as quickly they snapped back when he realized he would have to share the credits with all these people. He wondered how many would agree to do this, he hoped very few. While goblins might be stupid in general, and often too lazy to be bothered with being smart, they did know money. Or rather Percival did. And one quarter of the money up front was 2.5 million credits. He would wait to see how many agreed to this hair brained stupid scheme of the GOOP commander but if it wasn’t many he would take the credits and run. And if it was many…well he would figure that out when the time came. Adventures were terribly inconvenient things, but if they found the goblin king maybe he would give them shiny things. He had lots and lots and lots of shiny things. So maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
“Here Here” piped Percival from his hiding place behind a chair. “Save the world. Adventure. For the safety of puppies and all that.”
He was hiding behind a chair. Of course the chair was not the best hiding place so he looked quite ridiculous crouching there. No one seemed to pay him any mind however, and soon goats, spell-born, and a few other oddballs began gathering in the room. A very officious goat began to speak as soon as the place was full up with bodies. Percival paid no attention. Goats rarely had anything important to say. Ever. But they did have shiny things.
In fact he was zoned out trying to plan where he would find his next beer, he doubted he could find any here, when he caught words about the credits. Money was good. It could buy shiny things. Buying shiny things was against his principles in general but when you legally bought one thing you could steal several more and the owners were less likely to pay you any mind. Plus if he could claim to have lots of money, and somehow make it look true, the girls would be all over him. For the second time this day his thoughts drifted to goblin orgies. Just as quickly they snapped back when he realized he would have to share the credits with all these people. He wondered how many would agree to do this, he hoped very few. While goblins might be stupid in general, and often too lazy to be bothered with being smart, they did know money. Or rather Percival did. And one quarter of the money up front was 2.5 million credits. He would wait to see how many agreed to this hair brained stupid scheme of the GOOP commander but if it wasn’t many he would take the credits and run. And if it was many…well he would figure that out when the time came. Adventures were terribly inconvenient things, but if they found the goblin king maybe he would give them shiny things. He had lots and lots and lots of shiny things. So maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
“Here Here” piped Percival from his hiding place behind a chair. “Save the world. Adventure. For the safety of puppies and all that.”