He was a large fellow. Green of course. Tremendously built for such an oafish creature. And his eyes had the signature 100 yard stare that one associates with the Koboldish.

“Welcome friend, can I pour you an ale?” I asked, grabbing a mug in anticipation.

“BLLUUEERRRGHHHHHHHHRSPSDKVXXCBVBREKK”

The green chap vomited all over the floor for what felt like a good solid minute.

“...I guess you have room now,” I bellowed. “Aha!”