Livin' it Up in Ratchet on Day 11

One thing you gotta give the goblins: they know how to party. Ratchet rocks the house at night. Who knew? Once that god-awful sun sets, it's like mom and dad just left the kids without a babysitter for the first time. A few of the little green residents have a band, and they play on the roof of the armorer's house. The inn's bartender carts down a load of booze and sets up a temporary bar. These guys are short, but they know how to brew. Much better than that Darkmoon Faire swill.

Our boat must have arrived after the last drunk was hauled away to sleep it off, because it was dead when we got here. Someone seriously charged the paddles tonight, though. I just wanted to take a quick break from all the dancing, schmoozing, and boozing going on and jot this down. A ship arrived at dusk and there are a couple of smexy trolls in town now. I might lose a day or two investigating their endowments for my scientific research.

Anyway, back to the par-tay!