AKA Doink Acceptable, Doink the Befuddling, Doink Partially Dehydrogenated, Doink the Semipotent, or Her Ladyship the Improbable Doink.  A tiny vexation to most, Doink sports the odd visage of a common Cave Goblin in a fancy dress made for a wealthy merchant child.  At first, she might seem a sort of wry joke.  The seeming notion of the finery of the cultured races thrust upon the very form of irritating savagery may make small-town folk balk, but to Doink, it is no joke.  It is safety, armor, and camouflage vital to her mission to seek out and destroy her enemy.  A stone talisman hung from her neck has given Doink the speech of the educated, but it is cracked and its magick suffers failures and outages that reveal Doink's natural diction.  It will suffice.  It must or she will never make it in the world of the soft-skinned races.  She received extensive instruction from her venerated mentor to survive as a green-skin in a tamed, sophisticated world.  Finding work as a songstress is not easy for a Goblin, but it is what her mentor had equipped her for.  Doink now employs these talents to make her way.  To find her enemy's trail.  To do what she must.

Something twisted lulls at her from a dark footnote in her mentor's past. Whispers of something wrong offer her power. Whispers of something hungry.