At long last, the Goblin King was going to address this town and it's ridiculous occupants. He'd been keeping an eye on things from his castle but now, with the time of action so close at hand, he couldn't stop himself from leaving the castle to address those that were working fruitlessly to get their friends back. Now, it was time to appear to
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She was highly unimpressed by him. She made sure that she took in every detail about him and --
Maybe some details were best left unrepeated if she wanted to be able to get through this thing without blushing the color of her hair.
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Dolf stared at the man, then the clock, then the man, and felt an old, familiar friend creep up; hopelessness. They'd barely even managed to get into the labyrinth before, and now they had to navigate it in a day?
He chewed on his lip, racking his brain for answers, but it felt like there weren't any. He wanted to shout after Jareth, ask him why, what was the point of this, but his feet felt a little frozen.
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Lad, you had the swordfighting skills of a tea spoon despite your best efforts. Think about that for a minute. Even if you were okay at pointy-sharp-end-in-screaming-things.
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No, Dolf. Just no.
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He stopped. He thought about it. He-- well, he didn't think about it that long. "...Are you going?"
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Yes, that would be a conversational path she probably shouldn't take. "Of course I'll be careful." Cough.
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"Good," he said, pulling a face. "If you do not come back by tomorrow, I'm going in there myself." Because that was an ample threat.
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"There won't be any need for that." Really. ...Unless there was. "But if there is, make sure you don't do it alone!"
He wasn't the only one who could worry, thank you.
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