In the low, smoky light of a shady Shattrath whorehouse, Nolarian sat with his neck and dominant left arm craned out toward an unsuspecting short-haired monk. He was quick with the marker and even quicker with a deviously-playful, snickering smile; not that anyone had seen him employ either, if he'd done it properly. ♥ Gob Knobbler ♥ , the marking read, across the back of Akitear's neck -- and just in time to attract the curiosity of another goblin 'escort.' Or two. Or ten.
“A bug, he says. You have a bug on you– bullshit. I cannot say I recall any ‘bug’ ever being capable of writing ‘Gob Knobbler’ on the back of one’s neck. But how did I– just how much did I drink to not notice..? Either way, he will have a warm welcoming when next we cross paths. Good-for-nothing priests, all of them…”
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