You have been waiting for your meal for some time, and are getting anxious. You see a young goblin wearing a waitress’ outfit and call her over.

Anyx “Well, what? Don’t just go starin at me like I’m gunk between your toes!” The day has been horrid, the pub recks of old food and beer and body odor, and she is clearly not in the mood to play. Her ears twitch in agitation, her yelllow eyes glare as she waits for a reply.