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"So there I was ye see. One o' them sneaky gobbies 'ad just come up behind me and beaned me straight across me noggin." The excitable Hin pauses a moment to show a faint scar where the mace supposedly did its work.
"So everythin's goin' dark and I start thinkin' this be the end o' me, but Tymora be praised for I wake up not in de grassy plains o' de after life, but back in de cave with them gobbies. Seems they be discussin' 'ow best te eat me!" Again the Hin pauses to take a drink from a fresh tankard that had been delivered to the table. He gives the bar maid a playful slap on the bum and a wink as she turns to leave.
"But it ain't just me there, eh. Seems them gobbies riunning low on meat and one o' der own is tied up on de rack with me! seems he drew de short staw, 'e says." The Hin chuckles to those assembled to hear his tale.
"Now there ain't rope made that can 'old ol' Buxy 'ere so I manage te get me 'and free, but I can't run seein' I'm deep in de gobby burrowe right? So I's get te thinking that I need a distraction an' it 'its me like a bolt from Talos eh!" The hin again pauses for effect. He lights a cigarello and judges the effect his story has on those around him.
"So I gets me 'and free an' I go te work in freein' the other gobby with me ye see, an' the rest of dem ain't but six steps away! So I gets 'im free an' tell 'im te run like 'e never ran before!" He exhales smoke and tips the ash off the end of his cigarello.
"So the lil guy does, an' with predictable results eh. The rest o' them gobbies turn te chase 'im! now this gives me the time I need! I gather me things, and a few extra ifin ye know what I mean" He winks at one of the bar maids as she passes.
"So I start getting outta there, as fast as me legs can carry me, but them gobbies are a sneaky lot an' there after me with murder an' 'unger in their eyes see. So afore I can make me escape, they gets me in the corner, an' ain't doin' no good te be runnin' 'cause I just don't know their burrow that well see. So ol' Buxy 'ere draws 'is lil axe an' turns te them; "com'on then ye dirty green skins! I'll take the lot o' ye on! Let's meet the gods together!"" The Hin is on his feet now as his tale becomes more animated.
"So they're everywhere, a veritable army o' gobbies, surroundin' me with their nasty teeth an' claws, bitin' an' scratchin' at me. But I ain't goin' down yet see! I be swingin' me axe at them! I take one in the 'ead an' 'e drops like a stone see, but another takes 'is place! I keep swingin' an' they keep comin' until I'm waist deep inta them! I musta killed a 'undred o' them afore they start gettin wise to me prowess wit me axe." The Hin pauses to take another drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"So I can see that they be scared, after seein' so many o' there fellows die at me 'ands, so they back off a lil eh. I take me chances again an' bolt down a passage! Tymora be praised it be leaded te the exit! I can see daylight! But I ain't free an' clear yet fer the way be blocked by one o' their leaders. I big bloke with a 'ungry intelligence in 'is eyes. I know that this fight gonna be one o' the toughest I faced, so I spit into me 'ands an' adjust de grip on me axe afore charging straight inta 'im!" The Hin again pauses a moment for suspense.
"Now there be gobby magics flingin' every which way an' me axe singin' inta gobby flesh, an' I don't 'ave to remind ye 'ow dangerous and sneaky these buggers are eh? But in the end, ol' Buxy made it out eh? No worse fer wear either!" The Hin leans back in his chair and flattens out his bushy mutton chop sideburns, listening to the murmers of the crowd around him.
"Yup, ain't no body that can contain ol' Buxy 'ere. 'e's just to much o' a 'ero te be kept down..." he trails off with a grin as he quietly continues smoking with his feet up on the table.
"So everythin's goin' dark and I start thinkin' this be the end o' me, but Tymora be praised for I wake up not in de grassy plains o' de after life, but back in de cave with them gobbies. Seems they be discussin' 'ow best te eat me!" Again the Hin pauses to take a drink from a fresh tankard that had been delivered to the table. He gives the bar maid a playful slap on the bum and a wink as she turns to leave.
"But it ain't just me there, eh. Seems them gobbies riunning low on meat and one o' der own is tied up on de rack with me! seems he drew de short staw, 'e says." The Hin chuckles to those assembled to hear his tale.
"Now there ain't rope made that can 'old ol' Buxy 'ere so I manage te get me 'and free, but I can't run seein' I'm deep in de gobby burrowe right? So I's get te thinking that I need a distraction an' it 'its me like a bolt from Talos eh!" The hin again pauses for effect. He lights a cigarello and judges the effect his story has on those around him.
"So I gets me 'and free an' I go te work in freein' the other gobby with me ye see, an' the rest of dem ain't but six steps away! So I gets 'im free an' tell 'im te run like 'e never ran before!" He exhales smoke and tips the ash off the end of his cigarello.
"So the lil guy does, an' with predictable results eh. The rest o' them gobbies turn te chase 'im! now this gives me the time I need! I gather me things, and a few extra ifin ye know what I mean" He winks at one of the bar maids as she passes.
"So I start getting outta there, as fast as me legs can carry me, but them gobbies are a sneaky lot an' there after me with murder an' 'unger in their eyes see. So afore I can make me escape, they gets me in the corner, an' ain't doin' no good te be runnin' 'cause I just don't know their burrow that well see. So ol' Buxy 'ere draws 'is lil axe an' turns te them; "com'on then ye dirty green skins! I'll take the lot o' ye on! Let's meet the gods together!"" The Hin is on his feet now as his tale becomes more animated.
"So they're everywhere, a veritable army o' gobbies, surroundin' me with their nasty teeth an' claws, bitin' an' scratchin' at me. But I ain't goin' down yet see! I be swingin' me axe at them! I take one in the 'ead an' 'e drops like a stone see, but another takes 'is place! I keep swingin' an' they keep comin' until I'm waist deep inta them! I musta killed a 'undred o' them afore they start gettin wise to me prowess wit me axe." The Hin pauses to take another drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"So I can see that they be scared, after seein' so many o' there fellows die at me 'ands, so they back off a lil eh. I take me chances again an' bolt down a passage! Tymora be praised it be leaded te the exit! I can see daylight! But I ain't free an' clear yet fer the way be blocked by one o' their leaders. I big bloke with a 'ungry intelligence in 'is eyes. I know that this fight gonna be one o' the toughest I faced, so I spit into me 'ands an' adjust de grip on me axe afore charging straight inta 'im!" The Hin again pauses a moment for suspense.
"Now there be gobby magics flingin' every which way an' me axe singin' inta gobby flesh, an' I don't 'ave to remind ye 'ow dangerous and sneaky these buggers are eh? But in the end, ol' Buxy made it out eh? No worse fer wear either!" The Hin leans back in his chair and flattens out his bushy mutton chop sideburns, listening to the murmers of the crowd around him.
"Yup, ain't no body that can contain ol' Buxy 'ere. 'e's just to much o' a 'ero te be kept down..." he trails off with a grin as he quietly continues smoking with his feet up on the table.