Regrettably, Hob had grown used to the question. While there were certainly other non-humans here, it seemed that his stature and formidable appearance turned heads regardless. To say he expected it would be a reach, but he didn't seem all that surprised, either. One furry eyebrow quirked and his ears, tall and tufted, fell back for but a moment—their drooping was the only outward clue that he was at all affected by the impropriety.
He turned to face what was to be, he guessed, one of his bunkmates in these quarters ADI had provided, drawing himself up to his full height and stiffly folding his arms behind his back at parade rest. Yellow eyes made note of the man's feline ears before meeting his gaze and holding there.
"K.P. Hob, formerly Major of the Goblin Court," he said smartly. He knew full well his name and station were irrelevant to the question, but this was how things were done. "In answer to your question, I am a goblin in the abstract and a bugbear in the specific. I was born in the Feywilds and, until very recently, lived in a bog. And you are?"
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He turned to face what was to be, he guessed, one of his bunkmates in these quarters ADI had provided, drawing himself up to his full height and stiffly folding his arms behind his back at parade rest. Yellow eyes made note of the man's feline ears before meeting his gaze and holding there.
"K.P. Hob, formerly Major of the Goblin Court," he said smartly. He knew full well his name and station were irrelevant to the question, but this was how things were done. "In answer to your question, I am a goblin in the abstract and a bugbear in the specific. I was born in the Feywilds and, until very recently, lived in a bog. And you are?"