"Howya doin man?" the sleazy little goblin asks with a forced smile and greedy eyes.

Jorb, without skipping a beat is now watching you like a hawk, fingers clenching into a fist larger than various parts of your body.

Staring into his grin, you say...

	A. "I'm in the market for something special." B. "That's a mighty big loin cloth your bodyguard is wearing." C. Pull up a stool at the bar and chat with the Bartender. He seems less busy than they are.