Originally Posted by MadAlice

Jane smiled slightly at the goblin's name--what in the world was a Gringotts goblin in London doing with a name like that? She mused on this as she followed the goblin down the long corridor toward the tracks. At least he seemed more pleasant than your average goblin, though, as he helped her into a cart.

Now came the wild ride down to the vaults--this time seemed to take longer than usual, though it had been a long time since Jane had been down here, and then she'd been distracted with trying to calm a nervous pre-adolescent. But at last it it seemed like they were slowing down.

Good. Jane was eager to dispose of some of her rarer possessions in a safe place before she began her new job at the Ministry.