When the morning sun poked its head over the mountain peak, Sabina soon got up. But the goblin wasn't inside the tent.
She quickly exited the tent to find Rizz doing squats and other stretches around the fire. Rizz was bouncing with each bend toward his toes and hopping with every squat.
"Do you always stretch in the mornings?"
Without thinking, the gamer-turned-reincarnate quipped, "I'd prefer night-time stretches, but I'll make do with some solo stretches to get my blood pumping.
Sabina squinted for a second, unsure what the irregular goblin meant. "Still… were you always so limber?"
"Don't doubt your mentor! Never doubt the Rizz!" he boastfully cackled, leaping and tucking into a backflip. A beaming grin overtook him as he made a perfect, simple landing. "No matter the odds, always bet on the Rizz. Cause I won't lose."
She sighed, "That… makes no sense. It sounds irresponsible."
