Snippet #1792296

Urkenkt was right. The tall one's had no taste for destruction. "Speed" was the excuse that Asch had given but just as quickly as he lost his interest, he regained it again, when she mentioned the mytholgical creatures, griffons, were rooted to the roots of the cliffs. Such cliffs would no doubt be difficult to climb over but as a wolf it could be possible. Then what? Those creatures must have strength or either be big to do the damage he saw on the injured harpy he saw earlier, dubbed, "the lucky one". "I'd have to lure one of them out." He thought as he took a sip of of his booze, noting that they would have numbers up on those cliffs.

While he was pondering the mystery of the griffon, the goblin was approached by a dwarf who had started to suddenly talk to him, and at first was confused at his questions. After being shown the book, he remembered this was the fellow reading that summoning book, and started to reply to his questions.
"Summoner? Nah, I'm a shifter. Tried it once though, didn't like it, hate those animals." Grubeck said without reilizing the irony in his words and with all the seriousness he had. It was true, the goblin had Reigns, but he quickly abondoned them because when you didn't summon an animal it followed him and only he could notice. It was superstition in the end, his back turning every five seconds, expecting his Reigns to maul him when they got the chance but they didn't. They just tracked him down, anywhere and everywhere, like the trackers from the depths of hell then did nothing unless summoned. Those things weren't natural.

Midway to taking a large swig, he paused, then suddenly leaned towards the dwarf, carniverous teeth set about in anger and brows furrowed. "No wildlife?" Grubeck merely whispered as he stared down at the dwarf immediatly cutting off his response. "No vicious wolf tearing apart soldiers? No bear ripping out a juggernaut's throat? The fire raining down from the sky? That. Was. Me."
He leaned back in his chair and merely looked at his stout acquantence before he brought a hand over to his mouth and coughed on purpose.
"...and a harpy... Grubeck let out before resuming a normalcy along a gulp of beer. To see spirits, it takes years of meditation and practice for a shaman such as myself." pausing for a little bit, he leaned in towards his companion, and whispered instinctively.

"Buuuuut there is a quick way." The goblin said, giving the dwarf some hope. "You must be exposed to magic multiple times, over and over, again and again. After could you use meditation to quickly control The Sight. It's dangerous but easy to prepare and could be done in a day. Even I could do it! Leaning back to his seat, he finally finished his mug of booze, and filled it back up with the open keg right next to their table. After taking a long swig of the drink, he profoundly stood up and turned to everyone else at the table. "I'm going to capture a griffon!" Grubeck announced before pausing for a brief second. "Free drinks on me! For you, you, you, and that harpy over there!" He shouted, pointing to various people who weren't drinking anything that could make them drunk, knowing he had no money in the cloth that just covered his genitals from public view, and not caring from the alcohol.

The goblin soon sat back down in his chair and looked at the dwarvish fellow in front of him. "The name's Grubeck by the way. Got any questions? Or more of 'em books?