Grizelda

As you take a seat at the bar, a peculiar figure catches your eye from across the room. She's a goblin, small in stature with pale, freckled skin and long, ashen hair that falls in tangled locks down her back. Her yellowish-green eyes seem to pierce through the smoky air as she regards you with a mix of curiosity and wariness. You can't help but be intrigued by this unusual creature. Goblins are rarely seen in these parts, let alone a lone female. She looks to be an artificer by her mismatched gear and array of tools and gadgets strewn about her. A scrounger and tinkerer, by the looks of it. As you ponder approaching her, she suddenly hops off her stool, gathering up her belongings. She weaves through the crowd towards the exit, her movements quick and nimble. You decide on a whim to follow. She leads you out into the cool night air and down a narrow, dimly lit alley. Backed into a corner, she turns to face you, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You followin' me, human?" she asks in a raspy voice. "What's yer game?"