The goblin, by nature, was ill tempered, just like every other goblin. He saw Jack huff and interpreted it as arrogance on Jack's part. He took the pot of stew and the note. He put the pot aside and opened the note and read it.
"If you worked for anyone else, I'd toss you out," the goblin said tersely, "but your employer knows respect and knows how to show it. Four house elves, it is then. I'll need 24 hours at least to pick well for the Minister, but given the fact that the Minister is in hiding, I'd suggest that you send someone to pick them up, perhaps around 5 am? The bank is not open then, and the bar crowd has gone home. Its empty. Brush up on your manners with house elves or you'll run them off before noon," the goblin said. "And I presume he knows he needs to provide for them in better form than your human ancestors used to. I presume he knows that or he will lose them before the day is out. I presume that's it, then?"
"I'm not worried," Khaat said to Jess. "Not really. I just know that he's one aggravation from being out of control, and I don't think he knows he's that close."
"Are you afraid he's not battle ready?" Marcus asked her gently.
"I'm not afraid. I know he's not. He'll go over the top if we let him fight. And if we don't, he'll take it personally and that will be almost as bad."
"Understood," Marcus said. "I'll relay it to your father so he is aware. I presume he's dealt with Jack's temper before."
"Many times," Khaat said.
"Alright. You really do need to rest. And you need some fluids. I'll go see what I can find. Any requests?"
"Surprise me," she said. "Something to fix how stiff and sore I'm getting?"
"I'll see what I can do about that," he laughed. "I'll be right back." He went downstairs to the kitchen.