The barstools made that grating sound as they slid across the common room's stone floors. The half drow glanced around the tavern taking note of his attackers positions. The four hobgoblins closed in on him. Each weilding an impressive wedge of black steel known as a goblin claymore. "So you've come to contest Cheif Garruc." spat the foul thing. "Maybe a half blood gutter elf ought be speaking with us first." gurgled the other, spraying snot everywhere. Behind him his elven ears picked up the faint sound of a metal blade sliding out it leather hiding place. He whirled on them and in one motion drew his wands. The hobgoblins were bent with gutteral laughs. "What you expect to do with them tiny sticks against cold goblin steele?" chuckled the leader. I did this as an art request. I wanted it to look more painted than poser. I used the same stuff as the last three. M3 blah blah blah. Let me know whatcha think.