[sblock=Vok]Sitting at a table, apparently playing with a deck of playing cards mixed with betting chits, its probably the fattest goblin you have ever seen. His clothes have seen much better days, a bulky set of several cloaks that hide his arms when they are not moving cards. His face looks waxy, as if partially melted, and he wears a heavy scarf or similar over what is probably a wide mouth. As Vok enters, the goblin deftly turns over a new card—an inverted tower—and then turns his watery gaze to the paladin.
What is this, this? Friend, friend? The muffled voice is scratchy and deep for a goblin. He talks fast. Business for Taat? Maybe Race? Race![/sblock]