Caspian saw the young woman stumbling her way toward him and hopped off the wall, his hands held out in a placating fashion. When she rocketed her way to a stop, he jumped forward to steady her, one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. "You alright there?" he asked, his face etched with concern at her own terrified look. Then it clicked over and he smiled kindly.

"You're new, aren't you?" he asked. And then, over her shoulder, he saw the goblin hurrying to catch up. "Rum gig, mate?" he asked, moving to take the girl's key and journal from the creature. "I've got her, on with you now," he said, and then turned back to the newest arrival to the city.

"I'm Caspian. You're safe, nothing to worry about. You'll be taken care of here, and can be quite happy, I'd imagine. These are yours," he told her, passing over the key with her room number etched on it, as well as the journal.