Frank rotated the glowing crate with two fingers.
"Definitely cursed," he muttered. "But also... possibly full of coupons."
Juliet narrowed her eyes. "Frank."
He paused.
"I know that voice," he said. "That's your 'we're-about-to-step-on-a-rune' voice."
"I'm serious," she said, stepping forward. "This whole thing reeks. Goblins don't give away anything without three traps and a soul deposit hidden in the terms."
Frank gave her a half-smile. "What's the worst it could—"
Click.
The crate opened.
Too late.
A puff of glitter-smoke exploded from the lid, followed by a mechanical voice speaking far too fast to stop.
> "CONGRATULATIONS, ESTEEMED TRADER FRANK HAGAN! By opening this Limited-Time Goblin Opportunity Crate™, you have entered a Tier-2 Provisional Contract with MOGGREL INC., effective IMMEDIATELY. Terms of trade, debt, and minor planar obligation now apply. Have a shiny day!"
The crate vanished in a flash of green fire.
