"Where's my other boot?" A frown lined my face as I looked around the hallway.
"Shhh!" Nearby, a goblin held a finger to his lips, his poise exaggerated.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Boots very comfortable." A raspy but not particularly quiet little whisper. He pointed a bony finger to the next room.
Behind the sofa, my other boot. Lying on its side, laces strewn haphazard. From inside, muffled snores.
A tug at my trouser leg. "You get more boots maybe?"
"Don't push your luck."
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