Zalia couldn't help but giggle as the female goblins took her measurements. She didn't know what they were saying to each other, but it was apparent, they might have been frustrated with her giggling.

Zalia walked out of the shop, wearing what appeared to be a leather dress, complete with knee-high leather boots. She smiled and bowed her head slightly to the female goblins. "Thank you." She beamed, then looked at Beelzenef. "What do you think?" She asked, as she spun around.

Outside the goblin city came a fierce rumbling, like that of an army heading towards them, an army of things far beyond human size...

Tyrcestus nodded, smiling.
"Right as rain."
He lowered his voice.
"That general kept cutting me up. Apparently I'm some sort of chosen one or Wing-Mender or something. Apparently my parents had to die."
He looked over at the king.
"I don't know what to think right now, so I'll just wait and eat. I'm starving."
He looked at Trinity.
"Have you had anything to eat?"

Mandrate turned, feeling Tristan's arrival.
"I am in trouble, aren't I?"

Hexy nodded to Sean, looking up at the king eagerly.
"I hope it's fun! Adventure, excitement, beating up bad guys, heehee!"
Her face shone in a beautiful smile.
"I can't wait to fry some idiots who get in our way!"
She looked at Sean. "Can you?"

Zalia smiled warmly. "I want to see everything." She beamed, then her stomach growled lowly. "But, I think I should eat first." She added with a soft giggle.

An expression of amazement formed on Zalia's face, as she watched the goblins eating. "I've never seen so many people in one room before...even at the estate."

Zalia sat next to Beelzenef; but only accepted one plate of food. "I have a small stomach." She said. "Instead of eating large meals, I eat smaller meals more often. It prevents problems later on." She added, as she ate a fork-full of eggs.

Zalia smiled, as she ate another fork-full of eggs. "I don't want to be too much trouble. If I can't finish what's before me, I'll give it to the younger ones." She added with a big smile.

"And now?" Zalia asked, as she watched the goblin children run around.

******

"My Lord, your daughter appears to be missing." A male servant declared to Zalia's father.
"That damned child." Zalia's father muttered under his breath. "Do you know where she went?" He demanded.
The servant shook his head. "No, my Lord." He replied. "But I questioned her attendants, and they say that she spoke with Beelzenef in the market yesterday."
Zalia's father slammed his fist on the table. "Get my horse ready, and rally the guards. We're getting my daughter back." He ordered.
The servant bowed his head, and left to issue the Lord's orders.

Zalia's smile seemed to grow slightly. "Children, for any race, shouldn't have to fear for their lives. I'm sorry that human society wasn't as kind to you as they should be."

"That makes me happy." Zalia retorted. "No one should have to live in fear."

Zalia rested her chin on the palm of her hand, and moved her gaze towards Beelzenef. "I'd like to see where the children learn."

Zalia's face turned red briefly, as Beelzenef's hand brushed hers, then a familiar voice seemed to brush the red from her face.
"Zalia!" Zalia's father shouted.

Zalia nodded her head. "Yes...but let me talk to him first." She said. Zalia made her way to the entrance, and folded her arms. "What do you want, father?" She asked him.
"You're coming home." Zalia's father ordered.
"I'm going nowhere." Zalia stated firmly.
"Zalia Song-"
"I am not your pawn...a thing to be traded away for power." Zalia interrupted her father.