The hobgoblin's eyes go wide at Laura's response, thin filmy lids pulling back farther from the yellow orbs. "Very well," Horned Toad says, its breath reeking of swamp water, warm and wet on the side of Laura's face, "They're name is Odin. They were a Changeling once... though now I'm not sure if such a title still applies." The statement strikes Laura as odd. She can't immediately remember ever hearing of an Odin in New Orleans, nor in the surrounding Hedge. And The Horned Toad was still being very hush hush about all of this. She had no reason to suspect the Hobgoblin of lying to her; in fact, as far as Hobs went, Toad was probably the most reliable and honest. But still, Laura could feel her skin crawl a little trying to put it all together. "It will take me several days to reach Odin and set something up," The Hobgoblin adds in a whisper, stepping back just slightly to await Laura's reply.