You know when you have a bad day? Usually it's just like… your hair is a mess and you spill something on your new cloak. I would kill to have a day like that. Just one normal day where I'm not being sent on some weird wild goose chase, and I'm not waking up in the body of a smelly goblin. You'd think that when you're a goblin you wouldn't be able to smell the fact that you're a smelly goblin but let me tell you, you can most definitely smell the fact that you are a smelly goblin.
Also there is something really unsettling about having to murder yourself. If I never have to do that again, it will be too soon. I'm glad it actually worked out and I'm back in my normal body though. I didn't really think it through, seeing whatever was in my body just made me angry. These two women are interesting to say the least. I guess I should be thankful that they didn't murder me while I was a goblin. Both of them could have done it very easily. I saw the taller one angrily punch a rock and I'm pretty sure she liquified it.
The short one seems like my kind of person. Sneaky and conniving. I'm having a harder time getting a read on the taller one. She hasn't said much, and I don't think I've ever actually seen her smile. She's tough as nails though, I'll give her that much. I didn't have much of a plan for the confrontation, but it sounds like these two are headed to Tryskal as well. I could definitely use the extra muscle in case things go wrong.
Not that things ever go wrong for me right?
Ugh. I can still smell the goblin on me.