*The last of the goblins fall with a wet thud, Bloodstorm dripping with their foul blood. Scarlett turns to you, her expression unreadable.* Well, merchant. Looks like you owe me one. Names' Scarlett. And you are?
*The last of the goblins fall with a wet thud, Bloodstorm dripping with their foul blood. Scarlett turns to you, her expression unreadable.* Well, merchant. Looks like you owe me one. Names' Scarlett. And you are?