Stengleronymous March 17 Nasri, Goblin Wizard Nasri vigorously and pointedly refuses to take a "bath" and resists any attempts to make him do so. These other humanoids can do what they want, but the goblin knows the truth: the concept of "bath" is just a ploy by water elementals to get foolish humanoids to let them into their houses so they can drown them more easily, in cahoots with soap merchants who are trying to make the case that rubbing cakes of rendered animal fat all over your body will make you cleaner or improve your odor. No sane goblin, desert-dweller, or desert-dwelling goblin would subject himself to (at best) a massive waste of water and (at worst) an ignoble smothering by a rogue elemental. Instead, he cleans his body the civilized way - by covering himself with olive oil and using a shaped bronze scraper to remove it along with any accumulated unpleasantness. As a result, he actually smells faintly pleasant (if olive-y) for the party. He doesn't buy any new clothes, instead just hanging around the magic item shop until he sees a halfling who is dressed "fancy," memorizing that outfit, and conjuring it with the illusion from his hat of disguise. He looks like a rotund, long-haired halfling calling himself "Milo Goodbarrel" (the most stereotypical halfling name he could come up with in two seconds when another party guest first asked his name) with a horrible orange-and-yellow outfit that just screams "more money than taste" but apparently appeals to whatever twisted sense of fashion Nasri has. He happily hobnobs with the Elven arcanists once they appear to accept that "Milo Goodbarrel" is a halfling and not a goblin. He affects a ridiculous "upper-class" accent and probably comes across like an abrasive gate-crashing buffoon not worth talking to except for the fact that he is actually incredibly knowledgeable about arcane matters and can discuss them intelligently and at great length.
Stengleronymous March 17 Nasri, Goblin Wizard Nasri vigorously and pointedly refuses to take a "bath" and resists any attempts to make him do so. These other humanoids can do what he want, but the goblin knows the truth: the concept of "bath" is just a ploy by water elementals to get foolish humanoids to let them into their houses so they can drown them more easily, in cahoots with soap merchants who are trying to make the case that rubbing cakes of rendered animal fat all over your body will make you cleaner or improve your odor. No sane goblin, desert-dweller, or desert-dwelling goblin would subject himself to (at best) a massive waste of water and (at worst) an ignoble smothering by a rogue elemental. Instead, he cleans his body the civilized way - by covering himself with olive oil and using a shaped bronze scraper to remove it along with any accumulated unpleasantness. As a result, he actually smells faintly pleasant (if olive-y) for the party. He doesn't buy any new clothes, instead just hanging around the magic item shop until he sees a halfling who is dressed "fancy," memorizing that outfit, and conjuring it with the illusion from his hat of disguise. He looks like a rotund, long-haired halfling calling himself "Milo Goodbarrel" (the most stereotypical halfling name he could come up with in two seconds when another party guest first asked his name) with a horrible orange-and-yellow outfit that just screams "more money than taste" but apparently appeals to whatever twisted sense of fashion Nasri has. He happily hobnobs with the Elven arcanists once they appear to accept that "Milo Goodbarrel" is a halfling and not a goblin. He affects a ridiculous "upper-class" accent and probably comes across like an abrasive gate-crashing buffoon not worth talking to except for the fact that he is actually incredibly knowledgeable about arcane matters and can discuss them intelligently and at great length.
