The Wizards' Scroll Part4

Han looked up in time to see fifteen or twenty goblins spill out into the street from one of the rundown stores. He couldn’t help but put on his most ridiculous smile. The party of goblins had obviously been enjoying a late night. Many had one hand on a companions shoulder, the other stuck to the side of their head, and a grimace of pain on their faces. Most of the goblins, however hadn’t even gotten that far. They approached Hans' small group on unsteady legs, the odor of cheep ale proceeding them.

Now everyone was paying attention to the green crowd slowly moving towards them. Valasar hunched his shoulders and bent his head down, trying to appear as small as possible. It was such a funny sight Han almost laughed out loud. It would have been funny seeing anyone that topped seven feet look small, and especially if that person was Valasar.

Quinten made a small motion with his hand, signaling the rest of the group to do nothing. He took the lead and kept walking straight on their previous course. The rest of the group fell in behind him. The green crowd parted before them, going to either side of the party as they continued on. Just then Han and his friends had to stop or run over the goblin that had placed himself right on there path.

He looked at the group through blood shot eyes, trying to take them all in. Of the two goblin types this one was part of the former- not quit to the headachey part yet. Han almost felt sorry for the guy; he probably didn’t know what to make of them. Then things got worse as he proceeded in the labor intensive process of trying to describe Han and his friends in drunk. Thank goodness it was in Common.

"Why ish yse her?" he leaned toward the group trying to focus his eyes. "Yursh not all human."

By this time all the goblins had stopped and where now looking at the small group.

"I assure you comrade that although we are not all completely human we are all friends." Quinten said with a smile.

"Ur not human, ursh one of thosh Mandashy ur a Mendeshe ur one of thosh half-elves." Han didn't know if the goblin even heard what Quinten said to him.

"Right you are, friend- I am Mendanesti. Now, if you could excuse us we have to be going." It was always impressive what Quinten could take in stride. But this goblin was too fuzzy in the head to hear what he said.

"Wize thier two of yo?" the goblin said peering intently at Kol. At this Han couldn’t keep it in any longer and laughed out loud. He got a dirty look from everyone for it.

"My fine sir, these are twins, of course they look the same, but if you would please let us pass we really do need to get going."

"Why you ush sush big words, whosh the tall one?" the goblin said peering past Quinten and up at Valasar trying to see inside his hood.

At this another goblin came to the group's rescue. Walking up from behind them, he said to the other goblin, "Now Tarash jusht let them go, their frindsh."

He reached up high to pat Valasar on the shoulder. Instead, he slipped and the hand that was going to pat Valasar grabbed his cloak instead, pulling it free. There Valasar stood in all his resplendent glory. Seven feet and three hundred pounds of copper lizardman.