Rawhide: The goblin ducks away as you lunge at him, cursing you under his breath. As you continue to chew the leg, you can feel his small, beady eyes staring daggers at you.
Gannon: Jobling shrugs. "You're welcome to try and find it yourself. I can do just fine here, and that's without your money." He turns back to the shifter woman. "Now, the sealing wax..."
Plonk: The man's looking carefully and intently at a pile of junk. When he notices you approaching, he grins. As you speak to him, he removes a pipe from a belt pouch and slowly packs it with tobacco, lighting it just before he begins to speak. "I'm not sure that I'm a gentleman, but I can certainly tell you why I'm here. Occasionally, you can find unusual and useful items floating through Smallweed's. Particularly if you're intending on spending time down in this neck of the woods. And you?" A tangle of tobacco smoke wraps around his head.