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I squinted my eyes, my cheeks flush. “Oh! Uh, unfortunately, I’m just passing through. Actually.. do you know any places I can stay the night?” The dwarf twiddled his mustache. “Hmm. There’s Esmerelda’s Place off Elm Street, but folks say it can be quite.. expensive.” I shuddered. “Yeah, I can’t spare the money..” I began to nod and walk away from the man. “Thank you, though. I’ll keep my eye out.” He tipped his hat in return and was immediately lost in the crowd. I took a moment to regain my composure. Maybe I should head towards Elm Street? If there’s already one place there, surely there’s another? I looked around, eventually spotting a goblin steering a carriage with a donkey. He was shouting something, but through the noise of the crowd it sounded suspiciously like screaming. I noticed he was waving a small bucket in the air, presumably filled with coins. As I got nearer, his words became clear: “Aye! Let old Emaron take yer on a journey ‘cross the city! Pay what yer want! I needta pay me rent!”. I chuckled to myself. Goblins. I raised my hand and squeezed through a crowd of merchants selling garlic and metal stakes. Yikes. “Aye! Do Emaron have me first customer?” “You sure do!” I gave him a wink. Pulling out two thin silver coins from my left pocket, I dropped it in his bucket. “Aye, there you go, miss! Go ahead and hop in. Where are yer goin’?” Emaron cackled, his wide, beady eyes became uncomfortably close to my own. “Elm Street, please.” And with a crack of a whip, Emaron and I galloped through the city.
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