I wasn't expecting Butland's mother to be alive, never mind here, in this place. A child, or siblings perhaps, but not the former. And now there was this unsavoury creature who Butland looked at with unease. 'You can't change the past.'
The Goblin smiled. 'Who said anything about me. You'd be the ones-'
Suddenly, another Goblin riding a floating rug knocked him out of the way. This one had rugged, cracked skin as white as snow, but as far as facial features were concerned, they bore so many similarities, they could have been related.
'Will you stop offering new visitors the poison fruit that is time travel, Knuut? Never mind stopping the Ingarans from using it; you know as well as I do that nobody is allowed!'
'Please, Sabir, you're only upset because I beat you to this transaction.'
'Excuse me,' Butland interrupted. 'We haven't agreed to anything, nor will we.'
