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The goblin king is back in the Nexus, this time brooding on a palanquin surrounded by the little horde of goblins that apparently carried it here. By his expression, he has been prodding at some irritating thought, as though it were a loose tooth, and it is this which eventually prompts him to voice a question: "what, my plebeian masses, is 'fair?' I hear it used so often and so carelessly, yet I wonder whether anyone grasps the idea itself."