The stink of the alley clogged Tai’s nostrils. He had no particular problem with goblins, but he had to admit that goblin towns all had a distinctive odor. Even days after a job, he would imagine the smell so vividly that he’d look around for the source. On the plus side, he grinned to himself, these trips always let him indulge his taste for goblin food – exotic, fragrant and spicy. That plate of curried shrimp he’d had earlier … A thick, stubby goblin cracked open the door, gruffly asking the man what he wanted. Tai leaned forward, knowing he wouldn’t see much but listening intently.