Quite simply the worst man alive.

The most common image conjured up by people is that of an elegantly dressed, full figured goblin, clad in decorative coins. Taller and stronger than those around her. Well spoken and diplomatic but with wary, calculating eyes.

Cuddles is in a hurry and can't wait for Boone to catch up. So she carries her like a naughty kitten.

Got sick and my voice went extra gross. Thought I'd make some use of it.

Not quite. I imagine them more like kittens. Fat little bean bags.

Been working on my goblins. Sorry it's been a while.

An urbanised chunk of the untamed wilds. Highball has spent her life running, stealing and fighting. Thinking she had found love. Believing she had found success and almost always being wrong. Trying to make friends but never completely trusting people. Wanting to belong, but needing her own space when things go wrong. Peerless as a thief. Tenderness itself with her friends. A blender on legs to her enemies. Loyal to the end with those who earn it.