Caroline looked at the weird creature from top to bottom and after a few moments she realized that it looked pretty frail. Its skin looked as if someone one had desiccated life out of him. It was barely able to stand.
"What are you?"
Caroline finally managed to ask looking at it.
"I am a gremlin. I serve my …"
But interrupting his little speech Morpheous spoke, "Gremlins are also immortal creatures like us. But they are fabricated from a few souls which angels deem to be good enough to serve them. Usually they are the witty ones of Vanaheimr."
And he turned towards the gremlin and introduced it.
"This is Mogwai, and he knows all about you. He serves my brother Lord Oberon. But not sure why he is still here."
Walking close towards the gremlin, Morpheus asked, "Where are the coins of trade?"
But Mogwai replied something faintly audible…"Foo…." and collapsed.
