None of the weaselkins had any idea what Rizz was talking about, outside of it being a speech to lift company morale. But none of them bothered to ask him.
Instead, all the weaselkins swarmed Dezlo and Sabina to get their first round of drinks and an explanation from their long-time supervisor.
"Horthal! Gerrart! Lob! Hurry up, or you'll miss the drinks!"
The bulky warrior duo dragged the wolfkin healer into the big top.
"You want it in the middle, don't you?" Horthal hollered mid-charge.
"That's right."
"We're on it, Boss!" Lobur pounded a fist to his chest, marching to a pile of long poles and folded canvas. "Leave it to us!"
Gerrart nodded and smiled at the goblin boss despite getting yanked into the mess.
