Narrowing his eyes, Rizz cracked a slim grin. "That depends. Is Lobur currently touring as a customer?"
Dezlo didn't speak. But he did nod.
"In that case, I could probably wait here till he passes through… Fetch him for me, would you? Tell him his goblin pal has a job for him."
Ting…
Folko caught the flipping coin, rubbing the silver between his fingers as he bowed. "Very well. I won't be gone long."
The white-haired weaselkin strolled through the double doors with relief refueling his steps.
Meanwhile, Dezlo smiled a bit wider. "It's refreshing to meet a man who understands our business model. Regardless of anything decided today, I long to earn you continued patronage, Sir Rizzio."
"I won't say no to future business. But I'm not saying yes either." Rizz shrugged.
