"My, you're a tall one," the small waitress exclaims when you finally look down at her.
The tiny waitress appears as a typical goblin
female. Short, pierced everywhere, and armed
with a slight grin that speaks of an ever
changing con job or hustle being formed in
their miniscule but fierce brains. Known for
making up their size with their notorious
skills for negotiation and scheming, you begin
to anticipate what dangers may lie just in
asking for a glass of water.
And as you stare down at this tiny woman clad in a-
"Stop staring at my boobs,"
she says, very nonchalantly. "They cost five silver each per second."
