The mention of "elf mage" stokes a rather... unpleasant... fire in the goblin priestess' eyes, and she falls dangerously silent.<br/><br/>"Many things we take, already used... Pumpkin, scrap metal, bones. Bones here, pumpkin gone- your fault, not mine- and scrap spread throughout." The goblin woman's eyes finally meet yours, and her lips curl in a half-snarl. "You take bones, leave goblins be. We let Jack o' the Lanterns sleep... have different fish to fry now. Elf mage pay for bringing faerie down on our heads... Winter court like revenge, yes?"<br/><br/>She seems very... convinced... of herself here, as if she might have had some sort of dealings with the winter court in the past. That could make it difficult to dissuade her.