Snippet #2367332

When the second dragonborn and the minotaur arrived Kahreb started to wonder whether he was at the right place. Surely no one was planning on making him side with all these people? The whole notion was simply absurd. If one of them sidestepped during battle, he might get squashed underneath their feet, or hooves. The idea of being Kahreb the Flat didn't really appeal to him. Still, at least the stranger seemed nice, though the ward she had just summoned made him slightly uneasy. Arcane magic was a fickle thing. Then again, the idea of suddenly getting up and leaving wasn’t particularly appealing either. He might as well stay around a little while longer.

Then the stranger revealed herself Kahreb was overtaken by a feeling of complete awe. She was simply beautiful, such a perfect creature. She was unlike anything he had ever seen but this only added to her appeal. Not even in the woods had he ever encountered something as alluring. She was too tall for his liking, but almost everything was too tall in the half-goblin’s eyes. Kahreb noticed he was staring with an open mouth, so he quickly shut it and looked back to the table, a flush creeping across his cheeks. He hoped she would forgive his impudent ogling. His doubts were omnipresent once more. Why would someone like him ever be invited by someone so dazzling?

Then she started to speak. At first a shiver ran down his spine but when she spoke in common, a awestruck smile crept across Kahreb’s face. It seemed this was the right table after all. Even better, she was glad he was here. Now that was something he didn’t hear every day. He wanted to tell her she wasn’t butchering the Common tongue at all. How much of an honour it was to be here in the presence of a woman as herself. However, before he could bring himself to utter a few words the tall dragonborn spoke. His greeting was calmer and politer than Kahreb’s greeting would have ever been. At least he assumed it was. He wasn't too familiar with draconic greetings, but it had sounded friendly. Other people always made it look so easy. He suppressed a sigh, though he was partially relieved. At least he could now remain silent and observe. Her smile, while wondrous, was also slightly alarming. No doubt she was holding something back. It was nothing new for Kahreb, there were always wheels within wheels, but an ulterior motive combined with her magic prowess might be a cause for concern.

She reminded him of a Venus Flytrap and that wasn't a comforting idea either. All too attractive, but deadly once its prey has been charmed. And charmed he had been, perhaps too much. Kahreb scratched his head. His feelings of adoration and his mindless obeying of the letter were atypical for him. He placed his hands under the table and made a warding gesture, hoping he would not live to regret coming here.

Natothim protect me. Please…