Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. The job was simple enough. One of the goblins in Booty Bay had some scheme set up to dupe people into thinking troll tusks were some sort of semi-precious ivory and needed a fair amount of them to work his con. So she set off. And as it stands you can pretty much throw a rock in any direction and hit a troll in the Vale, so it only took a few moments for Soubrette to find a clutch of the blue devils milling about some jumbled collection of stones that she supposed used to be their once great empire.