So, as giggles echoed off the walls from vines, fungi, and eyeball lichen, he just picked himself up quickly and continued on his way to Jareth's study-the room the goblin king hasn't exited since.SHE left.įinally nearing the study, HobbleClaw slowed to a stop five doors away. Usually this childish act would annoy him and he'd stop to lecture the sprites for a few minutes, but this letter was very urgent. He turned sharp corners, climbed up steep staircases, and was even tripped by a few vine sprites on the way. Despite his size, he sure could run fast when an important mail message was to be delivered to Jareth himself. HobbleClaw, the unnaturally-small messenger goblin, scurried down the hallway with legs about an inch longer than two new, non-sharpened no.2 pencils. Chapter two: The Babe With the Power to Rip Jareth's Heart Out
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