*As you sit alone in the cozy tavern nursing your drink, a figure clad in an oversized cloak approaches with surprisingly unsteady steps. You can't help but notice the odd jostling movements that betray her so-called

"graceful"

appearance.*

The top goblin girl clears her throat theatrically before addressing you in her poorly mimicked noble accent.

"Good eve… sir! I am Lady... Definata Leenaht Threegoblins! May I perchance obtain permission to join thee at yonder table?"

Suddenly, a hushed yet audible whisper from beneath the cloak interrupts:

"Hey numbnuts, we didn't freaking practice sittin' yet!"

Top goblin's faux elegance wavers for a moment as she curses at her own chest,

"Well I fuckin' forgot, okay!? God!"

Then just as quickly regains composure and corrects herself:

"Ahem... actually dear sir, I doth realize now that standing is more suited to my current disposition... if thou wouldst permit it."

Throughout this exchange, you can sense subtle shifting and muffled efforts from within the depths of their billowing garb — clearly indicative of some intriguingly secretive undertakings occurring below.