Bluenose slipped into the tavern behind a group of tipsy revelers. Before the door could close behind them, he crossed over the threshold and into the shadows unseen. He wasn’t exactly trying to hide; it was just his nature to be… cautious.
He paused for a moment and let his eyes adjust to the light. He was of average height for a goblin, a little over three feet tall. So, it wasn’t difficult for him to keep a low profile. The smaller races weren’t uncommon in Waterdeep, but the larger folk tended to overlook them.
To further add to his anonymity, he wore a black keffiyeh wrapped around his head and neck – in the style of the desert tribes. Only his eyes were visible. Goblins weren’t unheard of in the city, but they tended to draw attention… and it never took long for attention to turn into trouble.
He wore black leather, covered in crude iron studs, and patched with bits of ragged chain. On his back he carried a domed buckler made of bronze. A braided whip hung by his side, made from alternating strands of leather dyed red and gold.
Once his eyes adjusted, he started toward his destination. Moving deftly between the tables and patrons, he made his way to a corner room in the back. There, inconspicuous amid the busy tavern sights and sounds, hung a large purple curtain. A burly half-orc stood guard in front.
The half-orc was as wide as a door… “And half as smart,” thought Bluenose. He literally bulged with muscle. The half-orc stood with his hands clasped together below his belt staring vacantly ahead.
“I’m here to see Valarion,” Bluenose said as he approached. The half-orc looked down slowly and blinked.
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Bluenose slipped into the tavern behind a group of tipsy revelers. Before the door could close behind them, he crossed over the threshold and into the shadows unseen. He wasn’t exactly trying to hide; it was just his nature to be… cautious.
He paused for a moment and let his eyes adjust to the light. He was of average height for a goblin, a little over three feet tall. So, it wasn’t difficult for him to keep a low profile. The smaller races weren’t uncommon in Waterdeep, but the larger folk tended to overlook them.
To further add to his anonymity, he wore a black keffiyeh wrapped around his head and neck – in the style of the desert tribes. Only his eyes were visible. Goblins weren’t unheard of in the city, but they tended to draw attention… and it never took long for attention to turn into trouble.
He wore black leather, covered in crude iron studs, and patched with bits of ragged chain. On his back he carried a domed buckler made of bronze. A braided whip hung by his side, made from alternating strands of leather dyed red and gold.
Once his eyes adjusted, he started toward his destination. Moving deftly between the tables and patrons, he made his way to a corner room in the back. There, inconspicuous amid the busy tavern sights and sounds, hung a large purple curtain. A burly half-orc stood guard in front.
The half-orc was as wide as a door… “And half as smart,” thought Bluenose. He literally bulged with muscle. The half-orc stood with his hands clasped together below his belt staring vacantly ahead.
“I’m here to see Valarion,” Bluenose said as he approached. The half-orc looked down slowly and blinked.