We’re exploring the corest of our core characters today: our dearly beloved Goblin’s Head. When I was a kid, I had a book called What It Feels Like to Be a Building (Forrest Wilson), and I’m not going to pretend that wasn’t a contributing influence. Enjoy!
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The building that was the Goblin’s Head did not feel, in the traditional sense.
Having observed mortal humanoids for several hundred years, the inn knew that they felt all sorts of sensations. Pain, tastes, touch, heat and cold—all of these were foreign to the inn. Its body was constructed by loving hands, long ago, of stone and wood and iron, with mortar and nails and tar holding these pieces together. It hadn’t been aware of what it was then, but it remembered, down to its foundation. But this foundation did not ache with age, nor did the rattling of its shingles make it shiver, nor did the feet of hundreds of people wearing down their floorboards tickle.
Sensation was foreign to the inn, but emotion was a different animal.