The vultures seemed set upon ignoring everything that really goes on at night, claiming Falis either hurt herself, fell or, like this last time, got into a fight with her roommate. It irritated the fuck out of the princess, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She already enough of them watching her all the time as it was.

"It doesn't really translate into Common," Falis answered after swallowing. "Closest I can get is Human gutter swine that bathes in its own shit, eat your own ass and drown."

She looked over. "I told you it doesn't translate well. Goblin slang rarely does."