Korpsit sneered in disdain at the man that walked over, not surprised by his unintelligent greeting. “He may be worthless.” He informed his companion. “Walking up, not seeing figures but assuming he can triple it. How do you triple what you don’t know? If this parchment said 3 galleons? Why would I be interested in your 9? That’s still child’s play and we’re in the big leagues.”

The very big leagues.

The goblin pocketed the list of teams that needed “support” a plan already setting in motion to accomplish as much.

“Go on then. Say something to have made your interruption worth more than flobberworm dung to my ears.” Could he?