Thirty Three
Rescue Rescinded
What the hell do you mean, ‘It’s empty’?” Borlan stormed, red-faced, into the thirteenth floor vault. The word ‘LORR’ was painted on the back wall. It had been a long time since he’d seen the painted word, as it was usually covered by a massive stack of treasure. “There were two tons of gold in here.”
“Thirty-nine hundred and twenty-six pounds, to be exact,” Freedling corrected.
Borlan turned and pointed at the goblin that waited just outside the vault door. “You tell me!” he yelled. “How did two people, one of them barely the size of a winter goose, walk away with two tons of my gold?”
“Thirty-nine hundred and—”
“Freedling, SHUT UP!”
the goblin stated.
“You’re fired!” The king stamped his foot. “Do you hear me?” He jumped up and down, his face crimson
