"Well I wouldn't be filthy if you..." Emmaline trailed off unable to think of an insult that made any sense. Fortunately the strange wizard showed no particular inclination to listen. He was already striding away, strange robes whisking on the stone floor. The goblins wrenched her to her feet and dragged her off down the corridor. The goblins frog marched her into another cavern beyond the larder she had so recently raided. "I can bathe myself," Emmaline snapped, but if the bewitched servitors heard her they gave no sign. The chamber contained a large pool that steamed with heat. The water bubbled up from beneath the mountain, heated deep below. The goblin pitched her bodily through the air, her arms flailed wildly as she let out an outraged shriek. She hit the water in a splash that sprayed water against the living rock of the cabin. Without preamble one of the goblins clambered into the pool with her and began stripping off her clothing with rough calloused hands. "Hey!" Emmaline shrieked, beating at the greenskin with ineffecally closed fists. The creatures showed no sign that they even noticed the blows, scrubbing her clean with rough brushes and what smelled to be very expensive soaps. She tried to work a spell, but it seemed as though a thick blanket had been draped over her powers. Asp was apparently unwilling to be of any help and so she found herself scrubbed and roughly toweled dry. "You wear!" one of the goblins demanded. It thrust out an armful of green silk with strange gold designs printed upon it. She snatched it from the goblins hand and pulled it on, awkwardly struggling with the unfamiliar cut. It seemed to have a sort of belt sewn into it which she quickly tied around her waist. No footwear was forth coming and the goblins half escorted half dragged her out of the chamber. They hauled her through several more corridors. The level of oppulence rose as they went, simple stone carvings giving way to painted murals inlaid with semiprecious stones. Finally they reached a pair of large gold doors swirled with disturbing patterns. The doors opened, seemingly of their own accord, and then Emmaline was shoved through. The chamber beyond was nothing short of a throne room. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, gleaming with gold thread. Elegant vases held cut flowers that Emmaline could not identify, fluted columns marched down the center, framing a mosaic of the constellations drawn in mythical style, heroes and monsters picked out in mother of pearl with silver grouting. At the end of the hall the sorcerer she had met earlier sat on a throne that seemed to be carved from guilded serpents. "Better but still not quite there..." he remarked in his strange accent. Lifting his hand he spoke a word and snapped his fingers. Emmaline yelped as her hair curled up into an elaborate bun. A pair of jade sticks ripped away from the wall and pinned it in place. Small shoes spun themselves out nothing to cover her feet and a cherry blossom appeared behind her ear. "There you go, come forward and present yourself to your king," he demanded imperiously.