Wands at the ready the group of five escapees blew their way through the entrance foyer (literally, blowing things up as they pleased) and hustled towards the counters where each held another goblin at wand point. Blackened teeth and knotted hair, they snarled and made exaggerated claims for sacks full of galleons.

"Hurry it up, or I'll turn you in to goblin gum!" snarled one man who had cheek bones that looked as though they could cut you just by looking at you.