The Innkeeper

Jack, too, had noticed Goldilocks wearing the trenchcoat - not because he looked like a cartoon version of a detective from a black and white movie, but because the trenchcoat had not turned to gold. If the little duck had gained the ability to control what he turned to gold, then that would be fantastic.

"We had not gotten far, barely through the front doors of the bakery, when Mr. Fancy-tail showed up," the alligator said, glaring at Grimshaw as he spoke.

Jack could not help but feel amused. He’d never heard the alligator speak so politely before. Normally, whenever he would steal Tiny-Sparkles treasure chests, he was a lot more aggressive.

"It’s okay, you don’t need to call him mister," Jack whispered.

Jack’s apparent nonchalance in such an intense moment was mildly amusing to Oroo, especially since she could still sense the immense anger he was still carrying within. Such a complicated fairy.

A certain gleam passed through her eyes as she had an idea, and looked between Jack and the furious Artica. The Humanoid Alliance was attempting to create alliances, and the proverbial new kid on the block, the Artica race, was their latest target. So far, they were having limited success considering they were late to the party, but this might be a great opportunity for them.

"Well, Fancy-tail wanted me to be his slave, and then he... I don’t know, he did something to try and make me think that was a good idea. So I just crystalised the interference and politely cursed his face and rejected him. I think the curse must have made him angry, because the next thing I knew, he told me to die or become his slave and I... I still didn’t want to be his slave so I... I suppose I chose to fight to the death, although I don’t remember why that felt like a good idea at the time..."

"Wait," Oroo interrupted, mild disbelief evident in her expressions. "Are you saying you crystalised his influence on you?"

"Don’t answer that," responded Jack immediately, glaring at Oroo.