Barb, the Goblin
Barb had only managed to get several pages in, she had been at it quite some time, when she was startled by the approach of another goblin.
"I didn't expect there to be other Goblin researchers... what is your name?"
She jumped to her feet dropping the book.
"I was... I'm not.... I'm Barb," she finally stuttered. "And I'm not a researcher, I was just coming here to... read, I guess."
"Get to work on the Workshop, this dungeon will need some good Traps..."
She was still shocked by his presence and did as he said, switching to a book titled Knuts and Bolts: The Workshop. She was having trouble reading, but at least this book was a bit easier. All the same she snuck the book on the floor, Heal: Spells for Victory covertly into her "head-bag*" and read it if she got a chance. She didn't want to read about workshops... Who did the goblin think he was, Chieftan Mau?
(OCC: *Note: A bag used by certain nomadic goblin tribes to carry severed heads of enemy slain in battle... such evolved behavior)
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SUMMARY
Level: 1
Gold: N/A
Mood: Shocked, Uncertain
Status: Reaing another book in the Library