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| - Why was he doing this exactly? Who knows. A commander does what a commander needs to do in order to protect his people... or supply them. How was he accomplishing either in this situation? He was working for a crummy goblin... but goblin's usually do have the goods, right? On a sunny day in Ratchet, Barzik returned from Booty Bay after a long and tedious search for his lost brother, Berlshenk. Gone forever? Impossible. Berlshenk was a skilled huntsman, rifleman, and commander, more experienced than himself. A tragedy to unleash itself upon such a wise and experienced Dwarf such as Berlshenk would mean the kingdom of Khaz Modan would fall, starting with Magni. It wouldn't stop there, though. The system would fail, the kingdom would be tossed into chaos and vice, and every man, woman, and child would have to fend for themselves and survive against the outer world and their own kind... But that was Barzik's opinion. He couldn't pay attention to the goblin yapping in front of him due to his concern. A conversation can really twist when a goblin has something on his mind and nothing of yours. This is how this conversation sparked. One measly question of "Have you seen this person?" turns into a business proposition to go into Razorfen Kraul, a place no one's willing to go into, especially no for some lousy plants. Whatever properties these Blueleaf Tubers had, Barzik wasn't going to risk his life just to reinforce a goblin's business, also noting that this business would probably fail horribly in the near future, but who can predict the future? Today, Barzik equipped himself with his Explorer Mountaineer armor. While not as armored as his commander's equipment, his current armor could allow him to survive and type of weather or ecosystem. As for the goblin, well... at least he has some clothing on. Nevertheless, he had his gameface on, which was like any other grinning goblin. Barzik looked over the slightly shorter-than-he goblin. The goblin continued to grin mischievously, and it was annoying. Barzik looked at him funny, suspiciously, wishing he could just smash that grin off the goblin's face due to tedious repetitions of it. Goblins can only grin so much... The goblin began in a cheerful, businesslike tone: "Look, sir, commander, commissar, these plants are a very rare delicacy! Not only that, some get the idea that they can be mixed in with gunpowder ta make even the weakest of pipe rifles as strong as a rocket launcher! Whaddya say, chum? Could ya help me out here? The last person I sent hasn't come back ta me. I'm thinkin' he weasled me outta the money and ran off!" Barzik shuffled his jaw, contemplating. He continued staring suspiciously at the goblin, but all he could concentrate on was the goblin's silly grin. From time to time his brow would furrow. A very favorable thought crossed Barzik's mind: "I'd like ta break that face of his... turn that grin upside down just fer sanity's sake. Who the fel grins twenty-four seven?" Barzik snapped out of it when the goblin's grin quickly turned upside down, coincidentally. Barzik's whole vision switched to the goblin himself. He was on his knees, pleading, hands clasped and the grin no longer present. "Please, kind and merciful Dwarf! Help this rotten goblin jumpstart his business! I'm beggin' ya!" Barzik couldn't help but to look at the goblin in pity. So, in short, he decided to help him out before the goblin started to sacrifice his pride and integrity... if it wasn't sacrificed already. It's funny how a goblin can twist and turn when a situation doesn't turn into his or her favor. It really is. As Barzik left Ratchet, he felt an air of satisfaction. The satisfaction would only last so long until he made it to the entrance of Razorfen Kraul. From there, it will surely continue to drop down.
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