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"But Im not a child, now shoo!" She said waving her off "I refuse to serve you-" she grumbles, a tad upset now, as she begins to set up shop

Cathfawr flopped on a booth seat that was being warmed by the sunlight coming from the window and curled up.

She would look at the other merchant, confused a bit by the situation

Pow also nodded, a tad worried that issues would persist

Cathfawr was sleeping on the booth seat quietly, tail in his mouth, as snow leopards did.

Squee would take all the weapons

Well.. the only think that could be considered a wrapon is her hammer, but she is holding onto it rather tightly.. "Please stop trying to take my things" she said

Cathfawr opened his eyes and stretched. "Please shut up, I'm tryin' sleep." He said, his voice mumbling from being half-asleep.

Nevah

Pow takes a moment, "Ahem" she begins to yell loudly, It was partially gibberishand goblin speech "Please stop little mouse" She'd say, pushing the mouse gently

Cathfawr was startled by the gibberish/goblin speech yell and slipped off the booth seat comically, by mistake.

She gigglws mischievously, before looking for something to light the forge with, maybe some firewood from the fire.. but she should probably ask

"Never a dull moment around here."

Also she kinda just stares at the frog creature thing

"Froge"

He stood there bemused

*lights a cigar, smiling*

"Oh, yeah" She pointed to Drael "You look like you own a particularly strong weapon my good man, may I introduce you to some—

M o d i f i e r s ?

Cathfawr got out from underneath the table (after he had slipped down there from being startled).

"I'll modify you in a minute.." Cathfawr mumbled angrily, seeming to be a bit annoyed from being woken up.

He looked around and decided to try searching for some ice cream or some other sweet he could eat.

"You know we goblins eat everything from mimics, to cats, keep talking and youll find yourself being cooked in my forge.."

"Modifiers?"