The armored kobolds close on the intruder brandishing their weapons as she raises her hand towards their master. Jareth springs from his throne knocking the poor footstool down the dais stairs.<strong>“Leave us,”</strong>he says as he descends the stairs.<strong>“Now.”</strong><br/><br/>The last is spoken softly over the Goblin King’s shoulder, yet the myriad creatures begin to hastily disappear into alcoves and nooks at the command of the king. Gnarl’s eyes widen, yet the old goblin hastily rounds up any stragglers and prods them along with a few quick whacks to shin and shoulders from his cane. One bugbear rushes head first into an open ale keg and slowly his feet lower out of sight accompanied by a chorus of gurgles. As silence falls over the throne room Jareth smirks and walks slowly toward Tania circling her.<br/><br/><strong>“It is a rare treat indeed to have company here in my Labyrinth. That a guest to my realm comes baring gifts,”</strong>he smiles. Looking the newcomer up and down before coming to a stop behind her. He presses close to her back, and reaches out past her to her outstretched hand. His fingers wrap around the wrist holding the purple crystal.<strong>“Such a pity that I already have baubles of my own. Tell me,”</strong>he whispers in her ear. A few strands of her hair brushing past his cheek as he leans close, his breath cool against her skin.<strong>“What is so special about this gift of yours that you risk coming here to offer it? Hmm?”</strong><br/>