… Flinching, Gerrart hurriedly grabbed his own arm, excessively wary of the goblin's outstretched hand.
"I-I… I don't understand."
"Really? I thought I made myself perfectly clear," Rizz jested. His hand scooted a bit closer to the wolfkin.
"No. Not that… It's your purpose. I don't understand your purpose in all this," Gerrart admitted through hesitant fangs.
"Ohhh… Well, I'm not as complicated as you'd think," Rizz snickered.
"As of right now, I want three more apprentices. And there are three of you here right now, all with strong connections with me in one way or another…"
The hesitant Aakur re-evaluated the goblin then and there, which was obvious thanks to his repeating cycle of narrowing and widening eyes.
Gerrart, still holding one arm still, breathed a bit erratically. He almost sniffled a few times instead of inhaling.
Aside from Sabina, Lobur was the calmest to watch Rizz make his pitch.
