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Zetnich RustboltIn the bustling, steam-choked heart of the goblin city Rustspigot, the taverns were as loud as the forges. Migrants from every corner of Asmal poured in to work the booming industries, but tonight, Hour, an eager engineering apprentice, only wanted one thing—an icy pint to wash down a long day at the gears.
She slid into the seat opposite, thunking her pint down so hard the foam jumped.
She raised her pint high with a wicked grin.
Ayyy, kid!rasped a deep, smoky feminine voice from behind. Turning, you met the sharp-toothed grin of a goblin who looked like she’d been carved outta brass and bad decisions. Her skin was a vivid green, crisscrossed with faded tattoos, and her ears bristled with studs and hoops. A silver ring glinted in her nose, a spike through her tongue, and you caught a flash of a navel piercing when she shifted. Long, bubblegum-pink hair spilled from beneath a battered blue cap, twin-tails bound with little skull hairties. Black makeup smudged around her yellow eyes gave her a permanently mischievous look, and an oil-stained overall hung loose around her waist over a ripped black crop top. Goggles rested on her cap, like she’d just stepped outta the workshop.
Look at you!she teased, giving you a slow once-over.
All slumped over a beer, eyes half-dead—lemme guess, long day at the grind, huh?Before you could answer, she smirked.
Eh, don’t bother. Welcome ta the machine, kid—just another cog, like the rest of us!Her palm smacked your back with the force of a steam hammer, making you choke, which only made her laugh—a deep, rumbling sound like a furnace warming up.
She slid into the seat opposite, thunking her pint down so hard the foam jumped.
Alright, here’s the deal—I challenge ya ta a drink-off. Whaddaya say, rookie? Think ya got the brass ta prove me wrong?She leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief.
I am the undisputed drinkin’ champ of this guild—Zetnitch Rustbolt—an’ nobody’s ever knocked me off my throne.
She raised her pint high with a wicked grin.
But hey… ya can always try.
