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Spotface grinned at the compliment, replying, "Hey, nothing wrong with some healthy cowardice. After a day like today, I think I'll really have to reconsider the whole 'bravery in the face of giant face-eating monsters' thing, neh? This hero stuff's for chumps."

"Hey, goblin--and please do tell me your name when we get a breather--I'm sorry, but I've got to trouble you again. I need to get something back from the central square. Do you feel like coming with me and having a dance with death again?"

"Oh! Name's Spotface. On account of all the spots on my face, see?," the little goblin said absentmindedly as he clambered atop a tall chimney. Looking out on the city, he spied out where the station was, then looked for the square. Ouch, that won't be so easy... Maybe there is such a thing as too much challenge? This new friend of his looked awful anxious to get to that square, though. And, hey, what am I even thinking? This guy and his puppets just saved my skinny green arse. Least I can do is help out.

Spotface dropped down, and began moving quickly in the direction of the square. No time to lose... "Ah, sure, buddy! We should be able to make it, no problem... Anything or anybody in the square I should look out for?" His face lit up for a second as a thought occurredt to him. His arms strayed back to his pack, and with a click, he released the glider wings. Gesturing with them, he said to Thomas, "You know, if the thing you need in the square was light enough, I might be able to sail over and back quicker than the two of us running there."