Sitting alone in the manor overlooking the town, Hershel rubbed his temples as he watched the snow fall outside. Candles flickering around him, the unlit Menorah sat in the windowsill as he wondered what the goblins had in store for him. He had been able to fool the first one with that egg trick pretty easily, but the shrill threats of more to follow made him nervous. Swallowing hard, he gave a small prayer for courage and wit before sitting down with his dinner.
