Sliirr from the Quickhand clan (Ple-Sen).

First, the goblin attempted to stand up. It wasn't as easy as he'd hoped. But nevertheless, he managed to get to his feet. Immediately, he stuck out his tongue to sniff the area. And a moment later, he regretted it, as he almost fell again from the stench. - It seems Slirr has ended up in a city of humans, - the goblin muttered, looking at the passersby, - This is not good! Slirr doesn't like humans. Slirr doesn't like the smell of their cities. And most of all, Slirr doesn't like their shamans! And their smell! Nervously twitching, the goblin ran into some alley to hide from prying eyes. - Slirr will wait for night and get out of the city! Slirr will break free again! Slirr... - Slirr's description of the plan to himself was interrupted by a rumbling in his stomach, - ...Slirr changes the plan and is going to find something to eat. He needs to get something out of the pockets of the humans! Having reasoned in this way, Slirr set off on a "hunt".