I can!

Well... I can't.

(his ears fall downwards.)

I lost my horn. I need to find it in order to save the world!

Thank you! I like your horns!

They're not like my horn though, unless they can summon portals. Can you summon portals?

"Hm..."

That suspicious squint was back, though the child at least lowers his squeaky shriek of a voice ever so slightly.

"Secret from who? The Goblin King?"

The child moves with impossible speed out of the others grip, laughing as he backflipped away.

"You aren't a goblin!! Who are you? What are you? It's high treason to wear the cap of goblin without earning it!"

+a face as he can muster.

"What are you? Probably a face-stealer!:

Hubie suddenly freezes, his eyes widening to saucers that took up half of his face, then suddenly shrinking down into suspicious slits.

"You aren't a goblin. You're a liar! Everyone knows a goblin's horn is the key to opening portals!"

He points a finger up at the larger goblin, making as angry+

+follow through any maze of traps you want!"

Hubie laughs, pausing to do a handstand.

"How do you greet other goblins where you're from?"

Even if he wasn't dancing, the young goblin didn't stop moving, still circling Brash and examining him curiously.

"How did you get a hat before a name? That doesn't make any sense.

Where's your horn? I want to see where you're from! I'll+

"Or just throw the bomb at it! Someone else has to do the throwing, though. I'm not allowed to throw things anymore."

His ears flick downward, though it was hard to tell if he was upset with the rule or embarrassed it existed.

"No! I need a special bomb to blow the horn out of the ogre! My Uncle would have that.

I don't know where he is, though."

The young goblin squints up at Aether, the sun shining directly into his eyes as he talked.

+meeting someone new.