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Faith burst out with a rapid explanation of what was happening, and Thrice-Gilded considered the situation for fully five seconds before turning to the attendant behind him and ordering: "Assemble the elite guard on my direct authority." He pulled out a piece of parchment and pressed his signet ring to it—the parchment glowed and writing appeared on it, ending with Thrice-Gilded's seal. He handed the parchment to the attendant and added, "Ten of them will go north to assist Magical Law Enforcement in finishing off the Death Eaters there—the other twenty will immediately go to Blackstone Park and subdue the Death Eaters there."

The attendant nodded and left, and Faith commented, "Wow—thanks. I don't want you to think I'm freeloading—I've got money now and can pay for these guys-"

Thrice-Gilded chuckled. "My dear, you could indeed with little risk of financial distress—but there will be no charge: I consider it free advertising for just how useful goblin mercenaries can be. I have a feeling that they will be in great demand with that fool Voldemort engaging in atrocities like this, and our prices will be high. . .but affordable and fair under the circumstances. In any event, having Death Eater scum walking the streets and murdering our customers is bad for business, and I will enjoy teaching Tom Riddle the cost of reducing my profit margin." Faith laughed, and Thrice-Gilded's eyes seemed to twinkle for a moment before his expression turned grim and he added, "Unfortunately, it will take a few minutes to assemble the guard and none of us here on the steps at this moment are capable of putting up a good fight against those Death Eaters."

A chill went down Faith's spine, and she nodded, "Don't worry about it—me and C will save some for your guys to carve up." She turned and began sprinting for the park again, and Thrice-Gilded watched her recede from sight before whispering:

"May the Great Underwriter watch over you, child."

Harry Potter and the Exiled Slayer, Chapter 11