"It's not super hard to guess, I think, at least if you don't care if you're doing it carefully."

"Well, there'd be a disaster waiting to happen. I should've asked Timothy what the plan is."

"You could write Cam a note but that'll depend how often he's checking his mail."

"We can just not explain anything, for the time being."

"Okay!" Staring at goblins. Getting glared at by goblins.

They advance to the head of the line. The goblin there peers at them over his pince-nez. "What brings you here today?" he asks.

"Is it possible to sell you large quantities of gold, silver, some other metal, I don't know, gems, stuff like that...I have a source for quite a lot of all of the above..."

"Assuming you are willing to provide sufficient assurance that the items are genuine and that you have accurately represented their quality, yes, we are interested in purchase of same within reasonable parameters."

"If my word isn't sufficient assurance we can pay for some experts to look it over, out of some fraction of what we're selling?"

"That will suffice. What quantity are you interested in selling?"

"Uh. Ten thousand Galleons worth, say?"

Eyebrow raise. "Very well. Please take this," he peels off a bit of paper from a stack, "to room 409 down that corridor. Next!"

Down the corridor they go.

In room 409 is, predictably, another goblin. She examines the piece of paper. "Where do you propose to get that much mixed precious metal and gems?" she inquires.

"I don't want to reveal my source but I can transport it to a location of your choosing."

"Very well." She names figures for ten thousand Galleons' worth of gold and silver - "Gems are not delineated by weight alone, as quality and cut also matter."

"We'll do gold and silver, then. Where -"

"There is a goblin-operated shipment receiving area on the Thames -" She produces an address and another bit of paper. "Present this and bring your metal there."

"Thank you!"

"Its hours of operation are ten in the evening to six in the morning."

" - okay." He glances at his watch. "In that case can we also go to my vault and get my money now?"

"Do you have your key?"

"nn - uh, yes, I do."

"Those aren't magic?" Amriac blinks.

"Present it at the entrance to the caves," instructs the goblin.

"Thank you!

- I don't think so, they don't look magic..."

"Huh." She makes his key as they head for the cave entrance. "So wait, could I totally steal everybody's money like this?"