The Quest for the Golden Eggs
The goblin didn’t have much of a filter to begin with, but a conversation from the previous week was still ruminating, “Why do you still live in that fucking poverty house when you could have a property house of the mansion variety? You literally have an infinite supply of gold with your literary goose.”
Glugubrius didn’t mirror the emotions of the goblin and instead said, “Yeah, Terry Goose is such a good girl. Her gold is very helpful for spending on me when I have it. I got a bathtub full of ice cream last week — it’s starting to stink.”
“Like the mansion idea?” The goblin said. “Mansion idea? Where’s the idea? Whose idea?” Thlothus asked in a half panic, he may have dozed off for a moment.
“Mansions would cost a lot of gold—much more than Terry lays in a day.” Glugubrius says pragmatically.
“Have you talked to a fucking banker yet my guy? You could put some of it away in a separate account and each day work towards that goal.” The goblin continued.
“Oh, but when I have resources, those resources go towards building things of value.” Glugubrius explains. “Building things?” Thlothus asked. “Thingth of value?” Thive added.
Glugubrius, considering their questions, continues, “What about when a crow stops by needing some cash for the Sacred Army’s checkpoint? If I have gold, I’m giving gold.”
“Glugubrius you’re becoming a caricature of yourself. You need to stop that. You stop it. You must be redirecting your income to build something for yourself.” the goblin tried to reason, and Thlothus builds off of that, “Yeah! Build something for yourself. You could purchase an entire mercenary army and overthrow that gang of three dozen pigmen.”
The goblin began to present the cohorts long term plan, “All you need to do is hold onto the golden eggs, Thive can be available to pick them up daily.” Glugubrius objected, “Terry doesn’t keep a schedule.” But Thlothus handled the objection with eagerness, “Thive will be available at all times! Grizzle too. Their roles are both integral to the plan.”
“You haven’t sold me on that savings deal… but what about soakedshrooms?” Glugubrius pivots.
“Gretel will be bringing them.” The goblin confirms.
“Wonderful! It will be nice to get a new batch, I’m almost out. Is she doing a full batch this time?” Glugubrius asked. The goblin looked around, “Uh I don’t know. Grizzle?” “Noo” Grizzle moaned.
“Not an issue. I’ve actually been out since Thursday er or um I guess it would’ve been Friday morning.” Glugubrius said. Terry the Goose interjects, “HONK! HONK!”
ACT I — THE GOBLIN 