Zelda has popped open the back of the clock and is tinkering in the mechanisms again. Adler comes around to the nearer sound of the counter. "They're always around, you know. Used to be more rare, but these days, it seems that every dark corner might have a bogie in it. Now, upstanding fae like Zelda and me, now we'd don't consort with those types. No goblin work passes through OUR shop, no sir-EE." Firmly!
"But not everyone is as wise, you know, and what with the Baron being so quiet, seems that folk think they can get away with murder. Not murder, no heavens no, at least not that -I've- heard of, figure of speech that is. But you know, some of the more unseelie folk, they don't care who they work with, right?"