The large, tumor like lump that hung over Goobbue's drooping eye twitched at the noise, his lumbering head turning like a rock rolling on a hill. His jaw, hanging, bore teeth that looked like hammers set within his gums. There were traces of saliva at the corners of the man's mouth, that large, camel like tongue licking the bottom of his lip, his body tensing. A finger went up to his mouth as he gazed at the short Lalafell, being carried up the stairs, his eyes going to the Maestro.
"Eat?" he asked, his voice dense and harsh, his head turning back to the small being.
The Maestro raised an eyebrow, cocking his head backwards, smiling as he did. "What, that? I don't know Goobbue I'm not sure he'll be much more than a snack for you. Besides, he looks kind of rubbery." Maestro held up a fork, twirling it between his fingertips as he did. "Course, we could put him in the fire and toughen him up just a bit. I'm not going to touch him though, not my kind of meal."
Sitting on the opposite end of the table, the Leader suddenly coughed abrasively, trying to catch their attention. "Excuse me gentleman," he said, voice low but firm. "We have food already on the table. We don't need to get you anything else, Goobbue."
Maestro turned back to the Leader, shrugging. "He's right Goobbue. We have enough food. For now." He chuckled.
"Eat?" he asked, his voice dense and harsh, his head turning back to the small being.
The Maestro raised an eyebrow, cocking his head backwards, smiling as he did. "What, that? I don't know Goobbue I'm not sure he'll be much more than a snack for you. Besides, he looks kind of rubbery." Maestro held up a fork, twirling it between his fingertips as he did. "Course, we could put him in the fire and toughen him up just a bit. I'm not going to touch him though, not my kind of meal."
Sitting on the opposite end of the table, the Leader suddenly coughed abrasively, trying to catch their attention. "Excuse me gentleman," he said, voice low but firm. "We have food already on the table. We don't need to get you anything else, Goobbue."
Maestro turned back to the Leader, shrugging. "He's right Goobbue. We have enough food. For now." He chuckled.