Chapter 1 - Kem, City of Gold

Fingas stands by to watch what's is surely going to be entertaining, pondering aloud, "So how are we going to explain the missing books? These are all plays, yes? The theater is going to demand to know what happened. With one book missing, we can claim that it was the source of the haunting and it was destroyed in the process. With all four gone, you'd look like thieves. I mean, you are thieves, but you don't want to go around advertising that, do ya?

Maybe we should leave the others here; might get better gold seeing the captain about the reward. Which, by the way, is your job, Hagrid. You dwarves know haggling the best, and they sure as hell ain't going to believe that I did anything here."

"Ach. Fine. I'll do it, ya bunch of cowards," Fingas says, as he hops up and walks towards the red book grabbing it.Sitting down and loudly pondering, Fingas takes out the doll he keeps hidden away. It's a small thing - a little goblin, with a small butterfly embroidered on it. For those who study the occult arts, it's a control doll, or sometimes called a voodoo doll in some remote parts of the world. He takes the tip of his ritual knife and idly pokes at it.

"Butterfly, why don't you grab the last book? Go on, I'm sure you'll be fine. Nothing bad will happen," he says. Then, in a very quiet voice, "At least nothing worse than what I can do "

"Hagrid?" the dwarf, Hargrac, asks incredulously. He gives the goblin a stern, unforgiving side eye.

"Clear the mushrooms out of them ears, Fungas! Har-grac! Proper dwarf name, that!" he growls back, unsure if the goblin is even listening, as it goes about its odd magic!

"Theyallsoundthesame," Fingas mumbles to himself.

Then he smiles, his face plastered with fake enthusiasm, "Oh. Yes, right. Hragric. Sorry 'bout that. I shall en-dev-our to speaking it properly in the future."

Hargrac sneers, and gives the goblin an exaggerated nod. He folds his arms, and settles in to his place, leaning against the stage.

Ignoring the name barb, Hargrac motions with his hands towards the second goblin, Butterfly, and snorts. He says to Fingas:

"Right, let’s see this trick then, eh?"

Butterfly starts forward jerkily. She really doesn't want to grab the red book, but Fingas' magic compels her to reach out and take the tome...

Butterfly shrugs and brings it to Fingas for the mage to inspect. "All yours."

"Huh, I expected something to happen," Fingas says as he opens the book to read it.

"Oh, aye! Some trick that was! Very good!" the dwarf barbs, turning his back on the goblin then while snorting derisively!

"Now that we have all books should we get out of here," Theodore says. "Place still give me the creeps."

Fingas ingores the request to leave as he stays in his spot and keeps reading. "No, no, not yet. Hold on, let me finish this," he mumbles.

With a loud thwomp of closing the book, Fingas says, "Done! Ok, let's go."

"Aye! I reckon we’ve earned that coin. Just don’t piss it up against a wall." Hargrac warns the others, though he is sure that that is what would become of his eventually…