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Trembling, Hobgoblin managed a wincing glance at the masked squirrel. The flies dashed to Hobgoblin’s head and squeezed it tightly. She couldn’t be serious.

“Not into the falls,” said the Huntress. “Behind them.”

Hobgoblin turned to the waterfall and took a cautious step on the smooth and shiny rocks. He closed his eyes tight and felt his flies quivering on his head.

The Huntress reached past him with the scrub brush and pressed an unassuming bulge in the wall of stone. At the sound of rock grinding against rock, Hobgoblin opened his eyes. He watched as a large chunk of the wall swiveled out to reveal an opening.

The Huntress pointed into the secret entrance. Hobgoblin carefully walked in and found himself in a pitch-black cavern. The sound of drips echoed across the walls and pinged in his ears.

Hobgoblin and the flies flinched at the sound of a match striking to life. Temporarily blinded, their eyes adjusted to find the Huntress staring at them, holding her torch high.

“I was sent here by Fiddlefart to give you the scrubbing of a lifetime,” she said.