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"What's happening?" Grimn pulled a face as he was jostled about by countless pointy-eared elves pushing through. He didn't care to have a front row seat, but at the very least if there was entertainment, he wanted to be entertained damnit. "Oh, oh, lift me head up-" said Harleth the head under...

Somewhere in the Queen's Plaza. 81 posts behind. Definitely ten bottles ahead of everyone else though, hah. "Mate, you've got it all wrong-" Grimn licked at his pinky finger and drew it slowly over a dark brow and then vaguely gestured to all of himself, "you can't improve upon perfection."...

Grimn squinted blearily at the doll, lip ticking up over too-many sharp teeth. "You know... your ventriloquism has really improved," Grimn remarked drunkenly as he drained the last of his grog and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, loosing a thunderous belch that rattled the heads of everyone...

Time had very little value down in the Goblin Market unless you were bartering away years of your own life. Or the life of another, as it were. Either way, being on time for anything mattered rather little to the one known as Grimn. That he was expected by another completely left his mind once...

The Fringelands Northwest of the Spine OOC - Please read the notes below for a quick reference on the Goblin Market and #ifyourcharacterwouldknowaboutit There were many layers to the world through which a creature might find their path of survival. For most, there was the surface world. Known...