"Thanks for saving the questions till the end," Rizz chuckled, glancing back at the cheetahkin woman as the goose pecked at his legs. "So, what's got your tail so droopy, Sweet Spots?"
Sabina inhaled slowly as the Rizz stood outside the big top.
"... Rizz… No. Boss, please take me with you to–"
"Not happening."
"Boss, please consider it," Sabina pled. "There's enough bodyguards here for the three non-combatants already. I'm not needed here. I would be more useful helping you track down the mayor's kidnapper."
Rizz tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms. "Oh yeah? And how's that? Cause you can follow their scent and tracks?"
"Yes!" Sabina smiled radiantly. "That's exactly how!"
"But I've got Shynron now. He can do all that without slowing us down," Rizz remarked, allowing the Gale Drake to appear atop his shoulders.
