Trog's Tavern CLIV

[Hattish Thing]

[At the Bar]

Larza's narrow eyes widen in envy as the stranger produces an almost unreasonably perfect slice of pizza. She makes a strange little sound before a long, thick blue tendril lashes out in the other woman's direction. Like a toad catching a fly, the slice will likely find itself pulled directly into the goblin's toothy maw, where it will be swallowed whole.

She does not appear bashful. Rather, she belches and grins. "Ou, that skelp th' plook, didnae it?"