The dwarf, Gottri, looks at Kildrak stupidly.
"'M very thirsty," he mumbles. "C'n ye spare us a few shillings?"
Meanwhile, Garold is in pursuit of the little creature, which although small and with a strange hop-and-skip gait due to its three legs, has a head start and has the advantage that people get out of its way, whereas Garold has to shoulder his way through gawkers.
He almost makes it, though, but as the mutant goblin reaches the town walls it squeezes through a broken grating at the base of the walls and is gone.
Dr. Malthusius and his dwarf arrive, breathless. Some of the festival guards trot over too.
"That's torn it," says one of them. "The little bugger's gone into the sewers."
"My gracious thanks for your athletic endeavours on my behalf, my friend," says Dr. Malthusius to Garold. "I will offer you a most generous bounty if you were to consider continuing your pursuit of yon wayward beastie."