When a gaggle of gleeful Goblins come gambolling out a gash in the veil between worlds and pour into the Greggs fresh baked goods section. The rabble rattle residents and relieve them of their various relics and riches. Exasperated locals elevate an appeal to Avalon, expecting experts to escort the egregious interlopers elsewhere and avoid escalating escapades. Gallivanting goblins gamble on gizmos, giving the Avalon guardians the go-around as they try to gauge a a way to get them gone. Gradually grasping the fact that the glimmering gateways are grounded in Claire's gifts, grafting them shut with the sun's guiding glow. The townsquare sighs in relief as shopkeeps share sincere thanks for Avalon's service in safeguarding their shinies and stock. Serentity settles in once more.