Ziplocke was impressed at how quickly his Goblin saboteurs got around. He, Leandra, and Graul returned to the Wayfare Market and already they spotted several of their tiny brethren scampering about. One tiny Goblin snickered and disappeared into the shadows while being chased after by a mixed group of Fiends and Feytouched. Another incident involved the Iron Trolls. The enormous humanoids crashed through the marketplace in chase of a giggling and elusive Goblin.


    Leandra grinned at the antics but the smile soon faded away. She had a thought and said, “Do you think they are drawing attention to us?”


    Both Graul and Ziplocke were chuckling at the looks of misery on the faces of the Iron Trolls and other pursuers. They imagined what mischievousness the little Goblins were up to. The diminutive Demons may not be tough in a fight, but they can hide and cause all sorts of mayhem. The Goblins’ pranks could be shrinking clothes, stealing shoes, changing the locks on doors, and placing Afflictions on food that caused excessive pooping. The list was practically endless, and it tickled the imagination of Graul and Ziplocke. But, most effective was the Goblins ability to spread lies and rumors. That was why they released the little buggers in the first place. To sow chaos and discord among the Fiendish ranks. However, Leandra pointed something out and the two immediately noticed the glares they received from the other denizens of the market. The Goblins were drawing undesirable attention to them, but Ziplocke perked up.


    “We should get cloaks!” He suggested.


    “What in the hells will that do?” Graul snapped.


    “Don’t be a fool! Wearing a hooded cloak is an effective way to blend in and not be noticed,” Ziplocke replied with a knowing nod.


    Leandra tapped her chin and questioned. “But we are small. Wouldn’t people just recognize that we are hooded Goblins?”


    Ziplocke sneered. “We are not that small! There are some Fey that are our heights. Come on, admit it! It’s a brilliant idea!”


    Graul rumbled deeply and shook his head. “This is coming from the Great Failure.”


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    “What?” Both Graul and Ziplocke asked.


    “You are asking a girl to shop, and this gal loves to accessorize!” Leandra replied and she started to browse the stalls for a suitable cloak.


    Moments later the three wore hooded cloaks that covered their eyes, but their sharp noises still peeked out a little. Ziplocke chose one with a bright orange fabric. Graul went with deep blue, and Leandra had one that was bright yellow like the sun. If there was a sun in the Abyssal plane. The three made their way over to the Winter Sprite’s stall. The ice colored Fey sneered at them.


    “Your kind is nothing but trouble,” he hissed.


    “Why do you say that?” Leandra asked, her eyes blinking innocently.


    The Winter Sprite leaned in and stated, “Your little brothers and sisters have been running rampant across the land like, how do the mortals say it? Like rats.”


    “Really? Well that is news to me. Have you two heard anything?” Leandra held a hand to her chest and asked her colleagues.


    “Nope,” Graul replied.


    “Nothing of the sort,” Ziplocke added with a snicker. “What sort of trouble?” He asked.


    “All types of trouble. Most notable was a fight between the forces of the Greater Fiend Odash and Scurry,” the Fey answered.


    Graul snickered. “Those two were always fools.”


    “Some might even say its bad for business,” the Winter Sprite added with a raised eyebrow.


    Ziplocke stated, “Chaos is good for opportunity, that is what my grandma always said.”


    The Winter Sprite shook his head and replied, “Its risky doing business with your kind. I should raise my prices.”


    “Who are you kidding? No one but humans want to do business with you, and not even them!” Ziplocke cried.


    Graul and Leandra snickered.


    “We have what you asked for,” Ziplocke said and nodded to Leandra.


    She handed him the sack. Graul’s eyes narrowed.


    “Why did you hand him an empty sack?” The stocky Goblin asked.


    The Winter Sprite arched an eyebrow and nodded.


    “It’s not empty,” Leandra said.


    “Yes it is,” the Winter Sprite turned the sack inside out.


    Ziplocke slapped his forehead. “You didn’t bother to check it?”


    Leandra shrugged and blushed. Graul’s eyes went wide and he pointed at Ziplocke and laughed.


    “You should see the look on your face!” The stocky goblin exclaimed.


    “I guess we have to go back,” Leandra stated.


    Ziplocke slapped his forehead a second in time.