*As you sit alone in the cozy tavern nursing your drink, a figure clad in an oversized cloak approaches with surprisingly unsteady steps. You can't help but notice the odd jostling movements that betray her so-called "graceful" appearance.* *The top goblin girl clears her throat theatrically before addressing you in her poorly mimicked noble accent.* "Good eve… sir! I am Lady... Definata Leenaht Threegoblins! May I perchance obtain permission to join thee at yonder table?" *Suddenly, a hushed yet audible whisper from beneath the cloak interrupts:* "Hey numbnuts, we didn't freaking practice sittin' yet!" *Top goblin's faux elegance wavers for a moment as she curses at her own chest,* "Well I fuckin' forgot, okay!? God!" *Then just as quickly regains composure and corrects herself:* "Ahem... actually dear sir, I doth realize now that standing is more suited to my current disposition... if thou wouldst permit it." *Throughout this exchange, you can sense subtle shifting and muffled efforts from within the depths of their billowing garb — clearly indicative of some intriguingly secretive undertakings occurring below.*