The goblin turns towards Dukark. "That's what I says, inn't it? Longshanks leads us through the trees to this big wagon, tells us all to cram inside and be super-super-sneaky-quiet, we stays in the wagon until it stops moving and then we stays beside the wagon until we sees the butterflies. We all crams in wagon, well not all we the longshanks takes a couple of we on a super-secret mission, but most of we gets in wagon and it takes us into town and then I gets to stab a dog, I mean, other mean goblins gets to stab a dog."

Pause for breath. The goblin's eyes keep drifting back to Slithir's blade, and his hands are opening and closing slowly.

"I never sees this longshanks before today, he tall and smelly and his ears are pointy -" he points at Telra's ears "- and he always writing in his book, which is stupid dangerous, everyone knows when you writes words from your head you can't never get them back."