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As Madzork walks inside, Jenkins mutters to himself, "Huh, I really expected more pushback to the whole "talking squirrel" thing." He takes a seat by the fire next to Madzork, as well as away from Wilbert, and listens to what Bark is saying. "My gut says we try and negotiate with them rather than trying to drive them off."
If the group follows the dog: Jenkins, previously hiding in Madzork's bag, looks out once he hears the half-orc talking. He gets out and takes his usual position on Madzork's head. "Hi! I'm Jenkins, and this is Madzork. We're currently trying to find a path through the mountains. We don't mean to disturb you, but I don't suppose there's any assistance or advice you could offer?"
Jenkins brushes it off. "Happens all the time." Jenkins climbs up onto the table next to Madzork. "I would like you're smallest glass of ale, please. Or maybe if you have a thimble?"
Jenkins hops of Madzork's head and starts pacing back and forth on a crate. "Well, I was hired by my patron's corporate office and assigned to be Madzork's familiar because we were both hired at the same time, but so far, I don't think we're exactly a good fit. I put in a request for a transfer a few weeks ago, but I haven't gotten a response yet, and every time I try to call, I'm just told to call back later. That's why I was curious about your mentor's library, to figure out some way to get into contact with the higher-ups." He sighs. "I don't suppose you have any ideas as to how I might be able to do that?"
Following the goblin, a squirrel runs across the deck, and hops squarely on top of the goblin’s head. He pulls out a tiny clipboard and a tiny quill, writes a few things down, and turns his attention to the rest of the group. ”I apologize for him. He’s not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Or the sharpest spoon, for that manner.” He looks back at the canvas for a second. ”Can’t even draw a simple landscape.” he mutters. "Anyway, my name is Jenkins. Jenkins Evergreen Acornfield. And this oddball is—“ The goblin cuts him off with a screech. ”Madzork!” he shouts. ”Madzork van Goghblin!” ”…yes.” Jenkins continues. ”I am, at the moment, his familiar.” He seems to take particular interest in Peregrines occupation. ”Strange and forgotten tomes, you say? Now, do you just collect about dragons, or do you collect about other subjects, such as entities from outside our world?” |
