Chuck-

Chuck examined the street. The signs had pictures and elvish words, but someone had gone through and spray painted a translation to the goblin language underneath of each one. "There is an excellent hotel around the corner. It doesn't have the best internet, but then again, most places don't. I recommend going to the library. Yes, the internet is just as bad, but the collection of books is phenomenal," said Breekla in flawless English. "As for the ICPs..." Breekla thought for a moment..."Well... don't say this to any other elves, but you probably shouldn't exchange them. The goblins use one form of currency, the elves use a different form. It gets very confusing. They will both accept ICPs."

"As for the goblin, I recommend waiting until tomorrow night. It's getting rather late- you see, it's very dangerous at this time," said Breekla as he peered at the moon in the sky and pointed at his watch which read 1:32 AM. "Same goes for the interview with Macheel," finished Breekla. 

Chuck tried to open the envelope, but it wouldn't budge open. 

Nana-

Nana was greeted with high-fives, hand shakes, and even slaps on the back. They thanked her over and over again, but when she requested to go to the bathroom, they let her go. Nana sat down and opened her envelope and found:

30 ICPs
A slip of paper that had the words "SPAIN AIRPORT" written sloppily on them.
A business card for... Millard Fillmore? The thirteenth president of the united states?
A sticker book
Five tickets to see "The Incredible Hulk V- Lost in Britain: DELUXE VIP"
A letter covered in tears which read:

Nana

Why did you have to go? You can come back and visit us right? You promised. You have to come back and see us in Phoenix! Me and Tim miss you already.

Jenny

CC-

"I have no idea what that key is for," said the bear. "But yes, I can help you operate the Tempire. It may be one of the only things that will help me get out of here." 

BB gave up and stopped working on the contraption.

"By the way, I'm afraid she can't hear me unless she touches me. It's sort of a telepathic thing, hard to explain. I never could figure out all those magical things. That was Rockefeller's job. But I've forgotten my manners. I'm Carnegie, one of the creators of the Tempire... erm... you do know what the Tempire is, right?" Said the bear.