"I prefer to think of itas the goblin was holding MY Jar, it makes me feel like the movie's main star," Sheera nods "ANd I was on the trod over willows when it all went wrong. A satyr named Jeralt was singing a song. A joyful musical happy tale, a balor, a Rover, and three more set sail. And now there's just me, and I nearly sufficated. Fortanely a brave Piski chilld never hesitated, she flew to the jar, with an S on her chest. If she hadn't well, what would have happened is anyone's guess?" A bit of a ramble but it's a lot to cover