003. Sticks and Stones

"What's wrong, Lady?" a voice from her elbow asked as the owner of said voice proceeded to crawl into her lap.

The goblin was too young to care one way or another about the dreaded Bath, still smelling as she did of someone's very expensive—very missing­—perfume.

"There's this guy," Sarah started, realizing the lunacy of the situation. "Well, elf… goblin… thing. Hell, I don't even know what he is."

The goblin snorted.

"That's easy. You get a stick. You hit him in the head. You take him home. An' I thought it was gonna be a hard one."