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“Dat stew, tho!” Shamble the bugbear let out an appreciative belch, but her companion shook his head.
“I heard there was a Gobbo with a thingy on its face, swingin’ it around. I wanted to see that. Not into the dancin’ an hand wavin’.”
“That’s called “jazz hands”. It’s a humans thing. Bards do it before they get stabbed. Dunno where the Gobbos picked it up.”
“Who cares.” Bracken took another sip of ale. “Clearin’ ‘em out of the Inn was fun, tho.”
Shambles grinned, cleaning off her best back-stabbing knife on the table. “Dinner and a show. Good times.”