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Dream.

With the wizard away things have been going badly; we watch the goblins finally teleport out of the side-dungeon on the magic metal mat and relax a little. I'm broke, the goblins conned me out of all my money with a complex multi-lingual gambling scam where change was given in an unexpected currency. We decide to pull the troublesome mat out to the beach and say the goblins stole it. It's a long way to the beach, down a ridiculously steep hill, exhausting. I'm just writing a note to the wizard, lying about the goblins, when he walks up. I hide the note. The wizard explains that the metal mat is also the only authorised parking space for his car within 700 miles. He's very cross as we climb back up the steep hill.