The already tense atmosphere doubled in weight, weighing down the restaurant patrons and the staff.
In the midst of that growing tension, one cry of joy rang out.
"Rizz! You're alright!"
"Sit down, Kerl!" Lobur threw a hand on the shoulder of the rising deerkin. "We've got beef to settle!"
But Kerl swatted that hand away. He happily stood up and marched to the goblin in the doorway. "I'm glad I found you! I was worried I might need to hire a search party come morning."
"I told you, never doubt the Rizz."
Kerl took Rizz by the hand and pulled him into a one-armed embrace. "But I don't understand. Who is this woman? And how are you level–"
"Hey! Don't ignore me! Not while you stand on my property!"
Rizz showed off a slim smirk. The next instant, Rizz dropped to his rear and sat cross-legged in the entryway. "Anyway, you were saying?"
"THAT'S IT!! You're dead you little, green shit!"
