Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Helenia carried on walking, looking around her shoulder every few seconds, she had a horrible sensation that she was being watched and it unnerved her terribley, she walked with an aim and purpose until she reached the now dirty bank and walked through the deserted hall, she leaned behind the desk and grabbed her key, she turned wildly as she heard footsteps, it was a goblin, he beckoned her over to the cart that was waiting and she climbed into it, there was a clunk of breaks and the cart began to move, hair flying wildly as the speed made it ruffle away from her neck.
When the cart stopped, the goblin took her key, opened up the vault and waited for her, she stepped inside and scooped up handfull upon handfell of gold galleons into her bag and pockets before turning around, back to the goblin and out to the cart. The goblin locked up and clambered back inside the cart, jolting it to start again.
Helenia walked out from the cavern and into the marble hall, she nodded thanks to the goblin, who was putting her key back and turned away from him and out to the street, she stood outside of the bank, looking left to right before taking off on the left fork of the street, towards the leaky cauldron
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