"So, anyone know what to make?" Grizt asked as she and the gang made their way into the kitchen.
"Hmm, that stuff smelled pretty strong," Stranbrai noted absently as she sniffed herself. The others looked curious and took a better sniff as well. It was clear the smell had clung to them.
"It's not that big of a deal," Grizt noted as she looked around at the odd kitchen.
"It certainly is!" Weye denied immediately," There's no telling what this stuff will do to the food we make!"
"It's just a smell!" Grizt replied dismissively as she walked toward one of the over sized counters. She frowned as she noted," We're gonna need ladders work up there."
"Sis! If you make food while dirty, it will ruin the flavor!" Weye chided the gang leader. Said leader stopped for a moment to look at Weye," Do you want the food we eat to taste like how this stuff smells?"
"Well, maybe not OUR food, but we can put something together for that bitch before we go wash up," Grizt conceded before looking away and smiling at the site of a stool. It would be perfect for getting up onto the counter.
"Well, I guess that would be fine," Weye replied.
"Counter, dirty," Shritoo added quietly. This caught the attention of the others. Grizt paused as she was about to get the stool.
"Well, I guess that means we'll just have to wash up," Grizt said after a moment," Still, we can wash our hands and set aside some stuff for prep while we're here."
"Oh, that sounds like a good idea! I know! Since we'll be heading outside anyways, let's make a fire and out there. We could roast something, but what to roast?" Oaguz jumped in at this. They weren't exactly chefs and only Weye and Shritoo seemed to be the best cooks. Oaguz knew a little about making certain basic meals too, but she was much more limited. As for Stranbrai and Grizt, they had absolutely no skill in that area.
"Eh, you three figure it out! Me and Brai here will go out and get the fire started before taking a wash. I doubt that'll be a problem!" Grizt voiced her plan before dragging Stranbrai off out the backdoor of the kitchen. With that settled, Oaguz looked to the other two.
"Well, I can go scrounge up some useful stuff and leave the meal choice in your hands!" Announced the blue haired goblin as she went over to a wash basin that sat on the floor next to a table. She thought it was neat how the thing never seemed to get dirty. It was weird the first time they had seen one of these things at the palace. According to the Princess, they had some kinda of purifying magic on the basins. They only ever needed to be filled once. Though she did mention something about replacing the rock in the bottom of it. Something about it being a power source. In any case, this basin was the size of a large bowl for humans. It was clearly meant for cleaning one's hands and face. Even so, it was too small for a goblin to do much more themselves. Such that it was, Oaguz had quickly cleaned up her arms and face before going through drawers and cabinets in search of some useful cooking implements. It was odd seeing some of the things in there. She had no idea what half of the things, if even that, were for. She was still able to find a clean bucket and dumped things in that looked useful. She found some knives and bowls. She was also decided to grab some long metal spikes and these tools that looked useful for grabbing hot things with.
She was just making her way back with her load in arms when the door flew open yet again. Fortunately, Oaguz was hit by the door. Unfortunately, She was right in the path of the charging bitch.
"Stop right there y-" what ever she had been in the middle of saying was cut off as she tripped over poor Oaguz and sent the bucket full of various cooking implements flying up as the annoying human tripped and fell back. Oaguz had been sent skidding into a nearby counter.
Karita was having a bad day. No, that would be quite the understatement. After all, she was all but certain the little monsters were trying to find a way to kill her in spite of the tattoos that would stop them from killing unless it was to save the life of their owner. Another kindness that was wasted on the goblins in her opinion. The choice of whether or not to protect their master when not ordered to do so. While it is true that an order could be given to do so at all times, this was only theoretical as the order would usually end poorly. Most of the time with the slave dying of exhaustion. After all, you can't protect your master at all times if you sleep. While a simplification of the matter, it was not inaccurate. Vague orders that were not properly inputted into the spell-work of the binding tattoo often had bad consequences all around. For this reason and the amount of difficulty in making this particular order, owners found their control over a slave restricted in certain circumstances. This was more than likely a political move either made by the Liberation League, the crown, certain rebellious/ambitious nobles, or any combination of the three. Regardless, this was all beside the point.
She was certain the cretins had discovered a previously unknown loophole that allowed them to get away with killing her. As it stood, they had found it possible to steal so long as they are doing so to fulfill a legal order. That discovery was a rather annoying one. However, she had found herself curious how they had managed to find a way to kill her. She was currently on the floor with various sharp knives and utensils all around her. Her dress was now sporting several holes and cuts. This happened to be her favorite dress beside her now gone white robes.
"Damn it! What in Minerva's name is wrong with you idiots!" She screamed as she began to lift herself up once she was certain that she had only suffered minor cuts and lacerations that she can heal up easily with a touch of healing ointment," This had better not leave a scar you morons!"
"Well I'm not the bitch that seems to keep running and slamming door all the time!" Oaguz shot back as she made a motion to dust off before getting back up. The former mage glared at the petulant slaves she rubbed her own back
"That's enough from a barbaric creature," Karita screamed at the little mess maker. Then she noticed something. Two of their numbers were missing,"Where are the other two?"
"Up your ass and around the corner past that stick?" Oaguz said," I wonder how many things you lose up there?"
Karita had had enough and kicked the foul mouthed little monster," Shut up, I need to stop your... FRIENDS from killing themselves!"
That had seemed to get their attention. The other green skinned one spoke up," Why are they in danger?"
"Because that cleaner you stole is flammable! If they are close to an open flame, they could easily light up and this manor with it!" The Princess's magical aid barked out furiously," Now where are they!"
Her answer came in the form of the goblins paling and the two still standing pointing out of the backdoor. She immediately bolted out of it to the sight of the two monsters building a fire. They were just about to light it in fact.
"Stop it you morons! You're going to get yourselves killed!" Karita screamed at them while waving her hands to grab their attention. She desperately ran towards them to stop them before it was too late.
"Yeah right bitch! I know how to make a fire," The violet one replied before doing something quite surprising. The goblin wasn't hold flint. She was instead holding a stick. The other end lit up and the fire began as strange goblins walked away to a nearby river. She stood in shock. That couldn't have happened. The little monsters knew magic. At least, one of them did know some. It was a basic cantrip, but the fact it was a slave with magical aptitude meant the princess had found a very valuable slave.
As to why the fire didn't ignite the cleaner they were no doubt covered in, it was simple. Magic is cast with intent. Stronger spells can and do have unintended effects, but lesser magics like cantrips had no such thing as they were easily influenced to follow intent so long as the user was skilled enough. The intent in this case was to set the campfire ablaze. The fire created was magic given form to perform a simple task. This and more came to Karita's mind as she realized the implications of the violet skinned slave. Sadly, it only dawned on her that she made a mistake when she heard a load crack from the fire. A stray spark flew towards her.