Just what we need...

[jazlow]

[Almost unnoticed, a tiny green woman in the latest in snappy civilian business attire sidles into the room. Long ears, nimble little claw-hands at the end of too-long arms, emerald skin - Goblin. Great.

She takes the seat carefully calculated to be the least obtrusive - well, second-least, anyway. She's not about to ask the Lich King if she can

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[jazlow]

[Jazlow's head jerks up as the paper hits her on the shoulder and falls to the ground.]

[Cautiously, she closes her notebook and retrieves it, unfolding it and squinting in the rather dim light to read what it says.]

[jazlow]

[Jazlow takes a moment to register the word "unbiased," but does not immediately mentally file the elf under S for Sucker, because it might, she reminded herself, have been sarcasm. It was important to keep optimistic, especially with sources of information that so willingly flung themselves at her.

She takes a moment to scribble a reply and tear it out of her own notebook before casually traipsing over to the fireplace and tossing in the elf's note - making sure he sees that she's cooperating, of course. As she returns to her seat, she brushes past him and drops her own note into his lap, crumpled up into a little ball.]

[huntforthesky]

[From his seat by the fire Skyburn takes notice of the tiny goblin woman - well that's another new arrival here in this limbo - giving her a polite nod at the look before turning back to his wolf, feeding the beast a bit of his steak. Omnomnom.]

[jazlow]

Tauren and wolf, the goblin writes, Don't seem to be hostile. Will seek out later for man-on-the-street opinions, perhaps?

:D I like her already!

[huntforthesky]

[Skyburn tosses another curious glance the goblin's way when he sees her jolt down something in her book. Interesting. Too bad he's too polite to pry...for now at least. The wolf however has no such qualms and, belly full of meat, trots on over with a cautious tail wag for a good sniff. OH HAI THAR.]

Thanks! :)

[jazlow]

[Jazlow almost doesn't see the wolf slinking towards her, but when she does, it nearly gives her a damn heart attack before she does a double-take and realizes that, yes, it IS the same wolf she was just writing about.

Nevertheless, she does stay stock-still as the wolf sniffs her - she's read somewhere that it's what you're supposed to do if you don't plan on getting eaten. Tamed shamed, it's a wild animal and like three times her size and she has no illusions about who would win the fight if it decides she would make a good chew toy.]

[measurebystars]

[This scrutiny does not go over quite so well with the Forsaken warlock here. Jazlow gets a nice, long stare from glowing yellow eyes that lingers too long to be comfortable and fairly demands 'What are YOU looking at?']

[madcowrunning]

[Bawsie clomps through the door, heavy axe on her shoulder, looking a little worse for wear. She's got some bloody pelts tucked under her other arm, hopeful she can find someone who can cure them for her. If she notices the goblin, and she doesn't indicate that she has.

She stops beside Sidereal's table and drops her catch onto a chair with a loud, sloppy, 'whump', then sits herself down as equally hard. Noticing the warlock's stare, she arches a brow curiously, then pulls out some bandages and begins to wrap a badly bitten hand.]

No eating the locals, Side...

[measurebystars]

Doesn't look like a local to me...

[Sidereal is distracted from the tiny green bait bait!]

[jazlow]

[Jazlow does her damnedest to meet the Forsaken's stare evenly and coolly, then, as soon as she breaks eye contact, raises one eyebrow and begins to write:

Forsaken. Likely hostile. Must take care not to be noticed in further observation by her. Could result in conflict.

Addendum: Possible angle: Wonder how SHE feels about the Lich King being here?]

[stratholmerogue]

[Something that perhaps all Forsaken can be rather sensitive about is being stared at. Celleste doesn't seem to appreciate it, at least.]

The fuck're ya lookin' at, goblin?

[jazlow]

[Said goblin smiles politely.]

Just looking at the scenery, madam. You know...such a strange crowd, all here in the same place...

[Oops. That came out wrong...]

[stratholmerogue]

Uh-huh. And whatcha writing, huh?

[jazlow]

[For a moment, she freezes, but she covers it up quickly. Her smile gets a bit toothier.]

Why, I'm a reporter, madam. With the Times of Gadgetzan, though I do some work for an Undercity paper as well. Information is a valuable commodity in these troubled times, no? Half of winning a war is knowing more than the other side knows - or thinks you know.

[raptoroftheloa]

[When she notices the goblinoid scrutiny, Ishas, apparently socialite troll of the year, actually picks up her drink and approaches!]

Don't t'ink I seen you before, mon. Who you be?

( :D /wavewavewavewave )

[jazlow]

[Jazlow tries to slam her book shut as fast as possible without actually looking like she's hiding anything. She greets Ishas with a thin smile.]

Jazlow Inkdaub. Reporter. I'm with the Times, but I also do stuff for the Wardrum Posts - you might have read some of my work. Who might you be?

( <333333! )

[raptoroftheloa]

[Yeah, Ishas sees what you did there. Have a nice - if toothy - smile in return!]

I t'ink I mighta done, at dat. I be Ishas; I serve de loa. Anyone tol' you what be goin' on, den, r'porter? You lookin' like you takin' notes an' tryin' to figure out.

[She does this out of the kindness of her heart. Also, who knows who might try to fill Jazlow's head with nonsense GREYSPELL?]

(INDEED)

[jazlow]

[The goblin seems to be much taken aback by being read so easily.]

I, um, yes. Er, that is, no, nobody's told me what's going on. Not that I wouldn't have figured it out, of course, but, um, if you have any...information I would certainly be willing to include it in my article.