"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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