"Well, lookie there! Supper's 'ere. Unless you got some other reason to be 'ere? Feck shite."

The diminutive Goblin with the cockney accent and the sharp, heavy metal gear gives you a stern scoff and a lookover of disapproval, hazel eyes squinted up at you from his posture of 2ft9, a Warg standing not too far off from his command as you speak with him