On the outskirts of Little Tipyel, there is a curious little cave hidden behind an odd-looking oak tree (is that a face?). Inside, three smelly goblins lie snoring away in a heap, one on top of the other.

Hermes is the first to wake, rolling off of his friends, and landing right on his face.

“Ouch!”

He blinks twice as his tiny eyes adjust to the darkness of their mold-infested home, and he spots… an issue.

“Uh, ho fellas?”

He’s answered by loud, grumbly groans.

“I sey, HO FELLAS. GETEN UP! We’ve byen robb'd!!”

Ruhn and Hairy sit up immediately, rubbing their crusty eyes. In front of them, Hermes looks furious, pointing at an empty potato sack (that the three goblins had sneakily stolen from a nearby farm just yesterday). The plump potatoes supposed to have been lying within... are nowhere to be seen.

“'Tis that blast'd Kyng!” exclaims the groggy Ruhn. “Blimey, he’s throwing a feast tonight at the castle rememb'r? He’s gone and stolen oure scrumptious potatoes!”

Hairy blinks twice, rubbing his eyes before slowly nodding. “'Tis true. Well, we’ll showeth ‘im won’t we lads? Let’s goon geten oure potatoes back…”