Binzo's brow filled with sweat as he dragged an object towards the innkeeper, who promptly looked shocked at the scene.
"You keep this here and wait till they come," he pointed towards the troll.
The Goblin then pulled out a small piece of parchment paper and scribbled furiously.
Citizens of the Grim,
I hear you kill those who need killin', and I want in. I present this filthy gift to you as a token of my allegiance.
-Binzo Shortchange
With the note completed, the Goblin drove the quill through the note, connecting it to the Dwarven skull that lay on the counter.
"You tell them that Binzo was here!."
The Goblin, a mere foot in size, jumped down from the counter onto the nearby stool, then awkwardly climbed down it. With his faculties intact, he walked out of the tavern.
A Goblin seeks Glory!
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