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Somu kinda just appeared from a storage closet "Eh?-" he muttered, looking at tad confused

"Oh we were just curious as to your origins, Drael. We thought that you might be like us in some way."

Yawns and rubs her eyes sleepily, slowly sipping her coffee as she strolls over to the sofa and curls up.

"No, Captain Messinius. I am the last of my race. My ancestors came from a race of demons in search of redemption. Since I am the last one, I carry this task. That is why I slaughter evil whenever I can."

Annddd Pow lands here.. along with a shopping cart, it seems to be full of items, I believe its all she needs to set up a forge!

Squee would see the goblin and tilt her head "there only needs to be one small merchant

"Well Im a blacksmith" she smiled "And an inventor of course" she added, looking around "Now who do I ask, Id like to set up shop for a while"

"Well, this is a bar, so... I don't think blacksmiths are needed"

"But people use weapons, I dont expect a bar fight, but someones gonna eventually break something-:

"There is a no weapons rule miss goblin" the kitsune would approach pow and pick her up "so if you are gonna blacksmith in here, you need to make things like pots, pans, horshoes, etc."

[Re-writing thing hold up]

He went to get Squee's money order and paid her

He looked at the goblin and perked a brow. "A blacksmith?"

"Hey, let go of me!" She squealed, "You have no reason to pick me up!" She'd say... "Now put me down!"

"Gently please.." she quickly added

"Yes, now please free me-"

"Silv.....let her go...."

"Hmmm? I'm treating her like I treat my kits. I ain't mean no anger towards the action"

Cathfawr walked into the bar, he looked around, trying to find a warm, sunny spot to lay down at in the bar.

"I am a grown woman!" She said, before continuing to yell at her in goblin-

She puts down the goblin "so are my kits"