A few hours had passed since they left Finn's hideout. And ever since then, Max had started to realise something very important about the little goblin.
He was absurdly difficult to keep up with.
Max and Neros moved through the black market streets, weaving through an increasingly dense crowd. It seemed to be one of the busiest hours of the day.
Which was terrible news. There were too many people. Too much activity.
Too many chances to lose sight of the one individual who actually knew where they were going.
Finn was walking several metres ahead of them. Or at least... they thought he was.
Because the goblin seemed to move through the crowd like a shadow. Fast. Light. Disappearing between legs, robes, cloaks, and makeshift stalls as if he knew every gap in the market.
Every time Max thought he had spotted him, the little thief was already somewhere else.
"How the hell can he move that fast with such short legs?" Max muttered.
