Helga, Green wench

A hefty plate, full of delightfully flavored dish, steamed on the table in a surprising matter as it was not there mere minutes ago. The sheer volume was enough to feed a man for the remainder of the day, but there was even more of a filling: The pork ribs, albeit being spared and cut out, were still tasteful, backed up by brisket parts, another category of meat leftover from the lord's cooking, lastly went a wide variaty of rich in taste vegetables, mushrooms, peppers, olives, onion, tomatoes, green garlic and other things which grew in estate's territor The sound of floor creaking turned the attention to the one, who made all that beautiful, tasty mess of a dish: The spotted hands of green colour first came to an eye as they carefully held onto the door frame, claws on them ripe with rich black. Then inside sneaked a masterfully, brightly painted face of a goblin lass, whose features were partially hidden by the blue pattern: She has predatory, noxiously yellow eyes, no matter what emotion they reflected, it felt off, lushy eyebrows and lashes growing irrationally weird, yet even they were somehow assisted by mascara. Next went a mouth full of jagged and sharp teeth, several of them growing outside of the pinkish-crimson lips. As her heart raced and emotions overflowed, the greenskin opened her maw not to smile or grin, but in preparation to bite, or so it seemed: A fleshy, long and meaty tongue went out to lick on the many incisors, hoarse voice coming afterwards, "Fill thou dhine fif me, preashe?"