Didymus, frankly, could not imagine goblins ever working in a bank. The goblins with which he was familiar were entirely too stupid for such a thing. In fact, the Goblin King -- who was not, it seemed, a real goblin -- was the only one with any wiles whatsoever. But he decided not to contradict the girl. After all, they came from different worlds, so it stood to reason that their respective experiences with goblins would differ, as well.
"'Twould be pleasant to see the maid again," Didymus admitted with a sigh, looking down at his half finished bacon and tossing Ambrosius another slice. If she had not already suffered a terrible fate at the hands of the Goblin King. But if she had, alas, there was nothing he could do about it from here.