Posts from Sliirr from the Quickhand clan (Ple-Sen). Auto-translated

--Well, I'm willing to give fifteen copper coins. Olive oil? Do you need some oil?

- Sllirr agrees. But Sllirr doesn't quite understand: do oil merchants use this junk?

– No, they don’t. But you said you needed olives, right? Never mind, – the shopkeeper counted out fifteen coppers for Sligar.

- Strange fellows, - Sllirr muttered to himself. He grabbed the money and hurried to the fish stall.

--What can I get for you?
The shop sold sea bass, dorado, crabs, and tilapia. A sawfish was also on display; it was probably originally for sale, but no buyers were found, so the smelly fish was turned into a kind of logo.

The crabs immediately caught the goblin's attention. Sllirr had always admired their shells, their bravery, and, most importantly, their taste. He had always wanted to be like them, because with such a shell, no threat would be scary! Of course, unless you're facing a threat that's several times bigger than you, then you don't stand a chance.
- How much does a crab cost? - Sllirr asked in a trembling voice.

--Twelve copper kegs.

The goblin paused for a moment, then replied: - Sllirr will take a kilogram, whatever that means.

The shopkeeper weighed out a kilogram for him. --Here you go, my friend!

Sliirr quickly paid the merchant and hurried into an alleyway to enjoy his crabs.
"That nasty mage fed Sliirr disgusting slop," the goblin grumbled, patting his belly, "but now Sliirr will feast! Sliirr will eat crabs and laugh at the stupid wizard!"
Despite his words, Sliirr was still afraid of the mage. After his meal, he planned to find a suitable hiding place where he wouldn't be found. He considered an abandoned cellar or basement to be such a place.

After wandering around the town, Slıirr stumbled upon a dilapidated wooden house with a partially collapsed roof and only half a door hanging on rusty hinges (or was it a piece of pure iron oxide shaped like a door hinge? It was difficult to tell). The house reeked of decay from a distance, but it was still not a basement or a cellar, but a whole real house.

Sliirr grimaced: - Stinky houses of stinky little people. But Sliirr won't be searched for here. Opening the door slightly, the goblin entered the house and looked around.

Inside, he found the second half of the roof under a thick layer of lichen, a pile of relatively dry planks in the corner, and some sleeping humanoid on top of them. It was impossible to get a good look at the humanoid: it was tightly wrapped in tattered rags.

- Sleurru needs this house. Sleurru doesn't need problems with its inhabitant. Sleurru will have to kill him, - the goblin tried to convince himself, fighting off the rising fear. Clenching his weapon tighter, he slowly approached the humanoid, intending to end its life. Sleurru's ignorance of his potential opponent's capabilities greatly frightened him. But he didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

The opponent proved capable of turning onto its back and displaying to Sligar the face of a peacefully snoring ten-year-old child.