"What's drokum?"
The old slothkin looked down at the goblin with a hint of surprise. "You don't know drokum? That's rare…
"It's a cheap ore mined in town. By itself… it's brittle shit. Used for decorative work… But if you what you're doing, it makes stronger steel… We're running low. I'll send someone to town to put in the order"
"I can do that for you," Rizz offered with a raised finger. "I'm interested in this drokum. And I might ask for all sorts of goodies after to take her measurements."
"Fine by me."
Without warning, Jiudee showed another burst of swiftness.
His long arms pulled Sabina in close as he whipped out a cloth tape measure and got to work. Though she gasped in question, the Jiudee's hands never stopped moving. At most, they paused for a fraction of a second so he could glance at his speeding measurements.
"Alright. She's free to go."
