BoboleXHemlock

Bobole rides into the guard tower atop Scaly, bowling over any poor guard not quick enough to get out of the way, those who attempt to grab him find themselves looking up at the ceiling, where he remains as he converses with Hemlocks office "I want a job."

Sherriff Hemlock turns from locking a door. "No." He walks to his desk.

"Oh come on, hmm..." Bobole is in deep thought, or possibly its the blood flowing to his head "I think I have an idea! Also I'm coming down, my head hurts."

Sherriff Hemlock does not reply, rather, he sits on the edge of the desk and starts reading a piece of parchment, quietly.

"So" he begins while climbing down from the ceiling "I want to be a guard!...kind of. Now I'm not stupid, I know the people wouldn't let a goblin be guard, especially the scary dog lady. So I want to be a ranger, I can go out into the woods and keep an eye out bandits, trolls, any kind of monster that shouldn't be there. I can do it too! I'm small and can get into small spaces, I'm quicker then any of your tribe, I'm a better shot even with one eye, also I've actually seen a troll, so I won't run away...oh, also me and scaly can climb just about anywhere!" he says, gesturing to the footprints on the ceiling "I get a job that keeps me out of town, you get someone in the woods, Miro thinks I'm "becoming more human." whatever that means, and the people calm down more about goblins living in Sandpoint because if the goblin hero can get a job, why not other goblins?"

Belor doesn't move for a few long seconds before slowly turning his head towards Bobole. Bobole... a guard. A Sandpoint guard? OUTSIDE OF SANDPOINT!? AWAY FROM THE CITIZENS OF SANDPOINT???? "That's the best damn thing I've ever heard you say," he says with his normal stoicism. "Private Bobole, you will report for duty tomorrow morning before sunrise, here at the garrison. If you're late, I will make you regret it as much as I will regret giving you any real responsibility. Understood?"

Bobole throws both hands up in salute, he read that was a thing people did "Yes sir!" as he turns to go away he remembers something "Oh yeah, I got you something, for giving the job." rooting around in his many pockets he finally finds what he's looking for, a Hercules beetle, placing it gingerly on his desk before leaving "It likes spoiled milk and rotten wood! I called him Hemlock." he leaves before Hemlock can say anything more.

Oh my God that is hilarious

You laugh but Hemlock is keeping that damn beetle on his desk in a special enclosure!