"Thank you."
Maven follows Sharon to the booth and tries the food.
This is amazing! I have not before experienced such a flavor as this! I must tell her at once of its splendor!
"Food is good. Food is yes."
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Maven wanders around the square, pointedly avoiding the cart and the foul beast beneath it. She scowls at it from across the open space and it tilts its head in question, but returns its attention back to the bone. Maven finds herself at the booth farthest from the cart and sees a splendid plate of curry, but she isn't aware of what it is.
She grabs a plate and pays for the meal, then sits at a bench and eats. She has never tasted anything like it and isn't quite sure what to think. The dog silently trots up to her -- seeing she has better food than the other tables -- and rests its head on her lap from under the table. She looks down upon feeling the extra weight and screams loudly, drawing the attention of the entire square. Maven gets up abruptly and runs behind Slarthacore, cowering behind her frame. Evil! Evil, evil, evil, evil!
Maven looks down at her medallion and falls into a trance of admiration.
Food are fine. Hunger are here. Much hunger.
I help
I walk up to my newly found acquaintance with a hesitant gait. He shouts at me in a tongue I only recently started learning. I’m still not completely certain of some things they say in this group. It was only yesterday that I decided to follow this strange male. I was coming up from our tunnels to get the weekly supplies for our village. The others can’t come out at day. We live in darkness. I buy the things that are only sold in light. When I was buying the last of the supplies, the strange male asked if I was a princess. I understood that question as I had learned it earlier that day. I told him yes, for I am indeed a princess. The Goblins crowned me their princess after noticing my eye’s immunity to sunlight. I’ve lived in the tunnels my whole life. My father, Grum Gobnar, told me he found me lying in the middle of the forest. He said I was imprisoned by the tree elves in a basket and sat in the center of an empty house. He found it peculiar that a male and female elf ran after him, crying rather than threatening death upon him. He fled them and was finally able to free me… or so he wants me to believe. I stand in front of the object the strange male gestures to and see my reflection. My pointed ears and fair complexion never fail to tell the truth of my origins. I wasn’t imprisoned. I’m a tree elf, jut like my parents. Grum stole me from them in my infancy and was either too stupid to notice or thought I was. Still, I love each and every goblin in that tunnel. I planned on venturing out to find my parents in five years when I turn eight-teen… until the strange male brought me here. After I affirmed my status, he threw me over his shoulder excitedly and slowly walked me to his means of transportation. I protested at first, but his armor was shiny. I very much like shiny objects. We have many in our tunnels. Before I knew it, I was too far from home to know where I was or how to get back. I’m stuck with the shiny one – who I’ve found to get continually more and more strange – and his caravan of other odd beings. I look at the details in the mirror. My once spotless gold adorned dress is covered in mud, dirt, dust, and hopefully nothing beyond that. My blonde hair is tangled beneath my crown and my well-known smile isn’t coming out today. I miss the goblins dearly. My hands still have burn marks from a spell gone wrong in my daily practice. I enjoy studying – almost as much as I love shiny objects. I’ve been learning magic for four years now. My dark green eyes look back up at the strange male. “Where is us?” I ask, pointing to the writing. I find it hard to read in this language.
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