"... And you claim all this to be one hundred percent true?"
"Every word!" Rizz itched the inside of his ear with a pinky.
"What reason do I have to lie? Why would I, a generous goblin, wanna piss off the leader of an informant and assassin tribe?"
Chtunk…
A thin knife flew into the table, centimeters from Rizz's kicked-up feet.
Still, Rizz continued to stare back at the stone-faced matriarch. He whistled through a snicker before a knowing grin curled over his cheeks.
"Ba, ha, ha! Is that supposed to be intimidating?"
Rizz lowered his legs and leaned forward. His fingers walked down the jutting knife like a ramp.
"In all the worlds of Trodar, you'll never find anyone else quite like me… Whether it's dueling the ramkin chief or beating the shit out of those high-level pricks from Wassek, we both know that I'm plenty capable. More than strong enough to stand up against you.
