Welcome to YonStore!

'Yeah, I guess it is a pretty little place to make into our clubhouse! The plants growing out of the walls are kinda pretty!'

'He said I destined to make a big decision. But what's destiny? I'm  goblin, and not  famous one! Not gonna lead warband. Used to supply warband with food'

"Very pretty! They're kinda like us, making their homes in places that shouldn't work but somehow do."

"Well, just because you're a goblin doesn't mean you can't be important. I'm sure whatever big decision you have to make, you'll choose the right option."

'They are kinda like us, yeah! Somehow managing to thrive amongst the dirt and shadows!'

'San-Quin usually make bad decisions. Why he kicked out of warband. Didn't mean to lose hoard of treasure, meant to double hoard of treasure!'

"Maybe we can help you learn to make good decisions then. I'm sorry you were kicked out of your warband, I can tell you meant the best for them."

'San-Quin always mean well. But I gets distracted by the chance of shiny stuff. One roll of dice, I bring back pile of gold for warband, be hero! But didn't work out. Left, became drifter on outskirts of society, some good times, some not so good times, cheap mead, stowing away on boats, doing nasty jobs for copper, hoping one day can reclaim honour and return'

"You'd be good friends with Edgar then. He's my raven friend, and he's always after shiny things. And hey, you might not have your warband but at least you have us now! There's lots of good times to be had here, and maybe we can even help you reclaim honour so you can return to your tribe someday."

'That would be good. You really kind creepy weirdos! What does club do together?'

'He kinda reminds me of someone I know...'

"We haven't really sorted that bit out yet. If you have any ideas we'd love to hear them!"

"Oh yeah? Who's that?"

'How about get money, buy food? San-Quin hungry'

'His name was Dex. Count Dexen of the Noble House of Lightpaw, to be precise. Young Tabaxi nobleman, got kicked out for his kleptomaniac streak, ended up being my roommate for a bit. Was obsessed with reclaiming his lost honour, right fancy-pants, but learned to put up with me.'

"We could show you the noodle bar, if you like. Or if you're not into noodles there's always the Yonstore, although the employees there have funny opinions about weirdos like us."

"He sounds very interesting. I can imagine rooming with a kleptomaniac would be challenging though, and a posh one at that."

'Noodle bar sound good!'

'Oh, he was interesting. Funny guy. Always complaining about the smell, but he needed somewhere where the bounty hunters, debt collectors, and tabaxi hunters couldn't find him, and somewhere he didn't have to pay for. I've got an idea, why don't we create a club fund? All the money from the junk that falls into our clubhouse could belong to us as a collective, and then we can take money out for club stuff!'

"The noodle bar it is then! Flint, you'll have to go first. I just know I'll get us lost if I try and find our way out."

"Wow, sounds like he'd pissed of a lot of different people. A club fund is a great idea! That way if anyone's ever struggling to get by they know they have some money to fall back on."

'Sure, will do, might get us a takeaway! And yeah, he did get on the wrong side of a lot of people- not many aristocrats end up having to live in the drains! And yeah, we can start the club fund now! But it's only for club-related stuff, and emergencies. Certainly not for spending on drink or gambling. Not that anyone here would do that'

He picks through the pile, finding stuff worth about the right amount, scuttles to the surface, sells the stuff, and buys them all noodles, before bringing them back as a takeaway

"Absolutely, no frivolous spending. I've never been one for drinking anyway and gambling just seems silly. These are really tasty noodles, thanks Flint!"

*gtg now, have a great day! I made a new character the other day so maybe I'll intro him here next time I'm on*

'No problem!'

*see you!*

'Hey Ash, ya got a second?' comes a very faint voice from under the ground. 'Got something for ya'

'Welcome to the Kind Creepy Weirdo Club's new clubhouse'

The room looks like an old cistern, reasonably light and dry, and plants grow out of the walls. A sign is up on the wall, and a goblin is there eating noodles. 'I got ya some noodles too!'