… Flash-frozen, Sabina couldn't blink or look away from the snickering, foul-mouthed goblin. Though the meat was fresh, it felt as stiff as ice against her stalled knife.
Eventually, Rizz stopped cackling and looked back at her flabbergasted face. "What's wrong? Are the catkin tribes too honorable to appreciate my well-seasoned vocabulary?"
Sabina tried to shake off her bewilderment. But it took her a few seconds just to get another word out.
"That… was… something else…"
Rizz nodded. "Yup. You're way more honorable than I expected. Is that cause of your Noble Wild Cat or are you just an exception among your kin?"
She clamped her mouth shut. Her head shook, almost trembling.
Her big fillet knife swiftly removed both tenderloins from the carcass. All of her attention was honed in on the meat, helping her slice them into filets with tremendous speed.
