The people were lining up outside, and the carts were being prepared. It was out of the ordinary, it was stupid, and yet... the goblins were actually enjoying the work they did. Greylin stood watching the business around him. He had been assigned to a lower dungeon, but the tour wasn't open yet, and he was standing in the main entrance, ready to get started. The banners were being put up across the hall, money was locked away securely, and a check of all of the high security vaults had been made, a few skeletons cleaned out, and the Dragons had been fed.
Greylin stood for a long moment, his fingers clutched around the clackers he had in his hand. He was there to keep the dragon away from the cart so that it didn't try and eat the people who were supposed to go down there. Greylin smirked at the line of people, from children to the elderly who were waiting excitedly for their chance to see some of the most secret parts of Gringotts, there was music blaring from the street, and many voices, and Greylin was glad he was able to be down in the depths and not surrounded by the noise of the night. Taking a step back, he disappeared into a little door, and found a cart that would take him where he wanted to go. Pretty soon he was standing in front of a Dragon, holding him at bay as the doors opened for the night.
by Goblins Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:03 am