IC: CtL 2E New Orleans by Night

[Bennosuke]

Snigglebutt’s head tilts to the side, confusion and maybe even suspicion crossing its snouted face. “Nah nah,” the hobgoblin says raising an arm, “It’s not like that. I don’t work for The King, like you know. I justs… help out every now and then, if the opportunity strikes; yah know what I mean?”

Snigglebutt seemed to be studying Laura and her response, like the hobgoblin was starting to pick up on the fact that Laura wasn’t whatever she was pretending to be. Laura can feel the threads of the glamour bound mask she had woven stretching and starting to come undone.