Uninformed and clueless, the three newest apprentices faced the abruptly earnest goblin.
Lobur stomped up to his boss with pride in each step. "What am I doing?"
Aakur also raised his hand in question. "Excuse me, may I ask about that statement you just made? The one involving stronger ink and a stooge…?"
Rizz answered them both, stating, "All you've gotta do is stand there. Honestly, you probably don't have to do that either. I guess I can just make it happen regardless… Whatever.
"Here's the thing. I've got an offer for you three. An offer that the non-combative Aakur will love. But don't worry, Lob, Gerrart, I'm making sure it's worth your while. Aakur just gets extra lucky this time around.
"Cause I wanna give you three some inherent skills in exchange–"
"How the hell!?"
"You're serious??"
"That's impossible!!"
The daydreaming boarkin, the awestruck wolfkin, and the doubtful molekin all shouted at once. None of them were able to control their impulse to interject.
