Chapter 115

She had completely redone the room, and it looked incredible. The elve had replaced the small black table that normally housed the Robert E. Lee bust with an all-white marble piece. On top sat a beautiful lantern with a glowing white candle inside. All across the ceiling now hung retro Edison-era lightbulbs that gave the normally cold room a warm glow. At their feet was a massive black and white rug that took up almost the entirety of the space between the two staircases.

When Abina saw they had entered the room, she fluttered back down to meet us.

“Loyalty powers.” The curvy woman giggled. “Goblins are known for their loyalty, like dogs. No offense, Rafe.”

“You too, Abina?” He sighed. “What is this, pick on the goblin day? I might need some lube if you guys are gonna keep coming at me this raw.”

“I mean no ill-will,” Abina apologized, “but it’s true. Goblins are loyal to their masters, and they have magic that arises from those emotions. Normally, it in
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