Snippet #1488532

The female goblin only groaned as the woman gave her answer, and it didn't do much for her rather rising temper. She wasn't in a good mood to start with, and answering her with stupid and pointless statements like that did not help her anger issues. She was battling with her willpower right now not to snap, and call the woman an entire swarth of bad and foul names, as was in her instinct. However, the saving grace was that she was accompanied by a man, whom didn't seem to look down on her as the woman did. He just kind of was stuck-up. That was okay; arrogance seemed to be the only way that the dwarves and elves knew. So it wasn't like Keikatz was completely new to this personality trait. In fact, it was fair to say she was quite used to it.

This man held her at arm's distance, a wise man if there was one. Although, since she had the decency not to whip her blades out, she might of thought that he was smart enough to tell she wasn't going to maim him. Yet. The goblin was fighting her true nature, of 'smash maim kill'. However, what kept her in line was the fact that she had remembered what a barbaric life she had lived, and what little meaning it meant to her now. She'd not return to a simple life of...naturalism. He introduced himself, and then began to read...something...She raised an eyebrow. "Keep your magic letters in your book for now, fireball-flinger. There ain't no use for 'em out here." She said rather irrtatedly. Magic was something that only through shamanism, had her race grasped. "I'm Keikatzeliandra." She said, the rather mouthful of a name sounding...odd to the human ears. "Call me Kei, or Keikatz."