Larza is quite smug, licking her lips before washing it down with a long sip of hot coffee. "Git mah ain? Haw, bit ah did, girlie!" She does not notice the missing gemstones as she scoops them up. The goblin grits her teeth as she looks the stranger down once again. "Ye said ye cam fur speirins. Whit sort o' speirins?" An old fae term for information.

With a rub of her hands, she continues. "Mibbie ah kin hulp ye. Whit wis yer name?"