“Now to go get new clothes!” Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith’s shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory. “Yes, we’ve had enough distractions for one day,” asserted Reina. “We have a bit of a walk,” groused Chitchat. “This way.” The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbe...