“And let me tell you something, sweet cheeks. I’m the master
of all things wenches. I say come…uh... here, and they do!” The drunken goblin
laughed and lifted his alcohol-filled mug up into the air, spilling his drink
over his hair. He brought the mug back to his lips and noticed that the
majority of the drink was gone. “Dammit, I need another drink. Barwench!
WENCH!”
The
female goblin sitting beside him chuckled nervously. The last thing she wanted
was to be there with this goblin, hearing his disgusting stories, and watching
him himself into a stupor, but this was the job she was given.
Find Ziggly.
“So…you…you’re
Ziggly?”
The
male flashed her a razor sharp grin and waggled his eyebrows. “I am the one and
ONLY Ziggler. Why? You’ve heard of me and my adventures, haven’t you? Hm?
Everyone wants a piece of the Zig.” He leaned toward her and she backed away,
grinning nervously and looking around. Ziggly almost fell over and he quickly
sat up, banging his mug on the table, “Where is that wench?”
The
girl grabbed his mug and stuttered as she spoke, “I…I’ll bring y-your drink,
Z-Ziggly.” Immediately, she ran to the bar and ordered his drink. As soon as
the bartender filled the mug and walked away, she took a small vial from her
pocket and dumped the blue liquid into his drink. With a deep breath, she hoped
it all went well and walked back to her seat.
“So,
hot ass, what’s your name?”
Don’t be tellin’ ‘im anyting about joorself,
Pina. Besides, ‘ee don be carin’.
“I’m
wondering what you d-do, uh, Ziggly.” She wasn’t cut out for these things. Her
parents sold fruit from a little stand when Kezan was around. She was going to
grow up and sell fruit like her parents. Perhaps she would meet a well-to-do
goblin and settle down to raise a family of fruit vendors. Instead, she was a
slave to a troll who frightened and threatened her life every second she
breathed. Pina wanted to succeed and get the information the troll witch needed
from the goblin called Ziggly so that she could live another day.
“I’m
a badass, motherfucker!” the crude goblin replied.
Pina
winced at his language and chuckled nervously. She was told to test the elixir,
so she asked the obvious. “Are…are you a goblin?”
With a slurred tongue, Ziggly answered “Yessh.” He laughed
and laughed.
“Are
you a pirate?”
“Arrr!”
He nodded and continued to drink his acrid alcohol.
Her
green eyes glanced around and she moved in closer to the goblin, whispering,
“Do you know where Cristianno is?” She didn’t know who that was, but that was
the question she was told to ask.
The
drunken goblin laughed and turned to look at her, his red eyes locked on to
hers. “No.” Pina blinked and as she was about to ask something, he said, “This
time, he just let us go and said ‘Ziggly, find me a ship.’ Fucker. He can’t
find his own fucking ship.”
“S-so…you
don’t know where he is?”
“Fuck
no! He just went off with his new wench and said he would contact me later!
Asshole.” Ziggly finished off his drink and threw the mug across the bar.
Joo be comin’ back wit information, or joo
be dead, Pina.
This
response wasn’t what Pina wanted. “Is there anything else you can say about
him? Anything at all!”
“That
new wench he’s with? I’d tap her ass.” Those were his final words before he
fell forward onto the table and passed out.
Pina
sat back in fear. She didn’t want to die and the goblin didn’t know anything. “Tia’s
going to kill me,” she whispered, her hands trembling while she stared at the now snoring goblin.
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