Elnariels gaze was fixed upon their unexpected prisoner, still slightly chaffed that the goblin was the first of them to prove useful. Beginners luck, no doubt. The others would soon see that he was nothing but a little monster with a few tricks and not very many charms.
One of his watchers had to practically wave to get his attention, and then gestured in the direction of the market place. By the time Elnariel turned, there was nothing there, the most prominent item a large chariot that was passing down the street. He turned furiously towards the man who had gestured, but before he could do anything else, an anguished cry came from the crowd.
[i]My son, please, I can't find him anywhere...[/i]

He doubted it was anything of consequence, though of course the healer went over immediately to the woman. A foolish move, anyone with foresight could see that it would be of no use, as when you lose something, you by definition have no idea where it is! Still, he should not be too harsh. Good people were hard to find these days, perhaps harder than trained killers, though those were far more useful.
He indicated for two of his men to search for whatever the first had seen. If they found the boy also, that would be a bonus. If they found nothing, he was going to have to have a very stern word with the fool whom anyone with a pair of eyes would have noticed gesturing.
[i]I am surrounded by idiots[/i] he thought.

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