Picknose begins looking around nervously, trying to figure out how he can turn this back around. He grabs at some of the jewelry that lies in the case, trying to rearrange them and look busy.
"I don't know what you mean! What Master? There is only Oberon, the king. He is the only Master here. I told you already that all I heard was rumours. Belasco had the thing. I don't know anything else. If you aren't going to buy anything, then leave, Get Out! You are rude and I don't want your business. You heard me, Get Out!!!!!"
<<Oh the Master is going to be mad about this! He is going to punish me for sure! He'll turn me into a human like he always is telling me he will! I don't want to be a human, they're so vile and ugly. Why didn't the Master tell me they could read minds? How was I supposed to know? Did they hear that? Oh no, it just keeps getting worse! Where is my tinfoil hat? I know its here somewhere!>>
Picknose scans the shoppe for his tinfoil hat and seeing it behind a counter, vanishes in a puff of smoke to reappear with it in his hands. He jams the tinfoil beanie on his head and keeps smoothing it against his scalp. With the tinfoil beanie on his head, the goblin relaxes as the group finds it impossible to read his thoughts.