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After an hour of cleaning and preparation the female goblin stood in the dining hall. Her armour and rags were now replaced with purple fabrics. Her chest was wrapped and on her hips wrested a skirt that dropped down to the floor. Her hair once rigged up into her helmet now a mixture of braided and loose coating her shoulders. Rar-sh looked down the hall at the kings table, a celebration indeed she though but there was only her. She sat at the table. Where a place was set. She waited and then in he came, his cloths were different baggier and less formal. His shirt was open showing his toned chest. He wore a long black skirt that seemed to flow so easily on the air of the room. His feet were bare. His hair now pinned up in a messy bun and his nails were painted a deep purple. “My dear!” Glee filled his voice as he rushed towards her. She stood to attention and bowed.