*Oh, your head...* *You remember an antique store - or was it a bazaar? The generous figure of a simple clay fertility idol caught your eye, along with a smear of green paint across its belly and long, pointed ears. You weren't aware of goblins having a tradition of carving or sculpting, and you reached for the strange figure to take a closer look. The last thing you recall with any clarity was a small voice snapping behind you,* "Oi! Longshanks! I wouldn't touch that-" *and then... darkness, s...