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- Bravo! Bravo! - Zenira happily applauded the goblin, - Finally, something interesting! Otherwise, it's just gray mountains and dead dwarves. What a boring journey!

Ri'chard looked at the goblin with a puzzled expression.
-- Well, yes, that's right. Where's the tea?

Nebok, divide the money and potions. And give me the staff and belt, since no one has tried to take them. Although, perhaps it would have been more sensible to give the first one to Thiolas.

- That's all I need, - grumbled Thiolas. More than anything, he wanted to bash the goblin with his staff and knock it into the abyss, but common sense told him that wasn't the best idea.

I can check if this guy is a structuralist. And if he is, I'll proceed.

-Hey, truth-teller, want to come have some fun with us? - Etalu liked this guy.

- Of course! I love having fun!
The goblin, moving with incredible speed, slapped the butts of Ceniru, Funel, and Sayuri, touched the breasts of Emilia and Maniel. He stopped in front of Zumaki, looked up at her, opened his mouth, and put his finger to his mouth like a curious child.
- I haven't seen one like you in a long time.
After these words, all the travelers found themselves around a large round table, with cups of tea in their hands.
- So, what do you want to play?

Bottles. (no)

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Or "Kill, Marry, Sleep with" (also no)

-Of course, I was often called a drunkard and a boozer, but an alcoholic – that’s a first.

I can check if this guy is a structuralist. And what else could he be? If so, I'll pass.

It wasn't hard for Cenire to guess that the goblin was a structuralist and that something was wrong with his head.

- So, what do you want to play?

What do you suggest, buddy?

He sips.
-- We should have started like this from the beginning, instead of all these tricks... By the way, if we're going to play together, let's do it without magic and cheating. Although, I don't really feel like playing; I'm not even tired of the task yet.

-They often called me a drunkard, but an alcoholic – that’s a first.

- Sir, - the goblin said, sipping his tea and sticking out his little finger. - I wasn't raised in a barn.

After the slap on the rear, the goblin became much less appealing to the necromancer. However, she was in no hurry to express her opinion on this matter. Even though he wasn't acting aggressively, one could expect anything from him. And right now, she wanted to avoid angering the structuralist, Cenire, more than anything.

What do you suggest, buddy?

- Mmm, how about "truth or dare"?

Although I don't really feel like playing, I'm not tired of the task yet.

- Want to get tired? - A huge stone appeared in the lion's hands, which he could barely hold, almost falling off the chair onto the ground.

Thiollas discreetly checks the tea to see if it's normal or if it's been tampered with, like the GMs do in Mafia. He tries not to give himself away in front of the goblin.