"Ta-daaa!"
Rizz threw a hand on his hips while patting his puffed-out chest.
"Behold, for a measly three mana, you've made torches completely unnecessary! Still sad to receive a new gift–"
"Master Rizz! Thank you!"
Gerrart fell to one knee again. His body quivered, too tense to speak clearly.
"This. This is… Thank you! I could never do this. Not without you. Thank you, Master Rizz. Thank You…"
"Okay, okay, that's enough kneeling. It's time to get back to work."
Rizz yanked the wolfkin back up without delay.
"All I did was guarantee that my guild had the best support possible. It's like an investment. The better you are at healing people, the more likely we aren't gonna die. It's some pretty selfish logic if you ask me."
While the rest of the party nodded in agreement, Gerrart grabbed the goblin by the shoulders. The wolfkin's red eyes bore down on Rizz, searching for the goblin's soul.
