Felnott was not a fan of wandering down the twisting stairs, but this summer made the journey enticing. He climbed his way onto a stool and patted a money bag in his shirt pocket.
The wandwaver "sports" event was happening. He did not understand (nor did he care to understand) the point of these wandwaver activities, but he did know the art of gold. He knew a wandwaver competition was the perfect way to finance his own pocket; wandwavers had a tendency to support something with gold and he was a smart goblin who was more than happy to help them get gold off their oddly shaped hands.
He climbed onto a chair and took out a small notepad. Inside where scribbled numbers and the occasional word or two in Gobbledegook. |