Chapter 339: Bad News & Worse News

Without another word, the bullkin merchant tugged on the lapels of his blazer and waved to his guards. They marched in unison toward Rent-a-Slave to the north. Never looking back or waving, keeping a professional air to the very end. 

"Yo, Boss!" 

Horthal burst out of the tent and shouted before anyone else could speak. "You sure we need all those wagons? Won't the mine run dry sooner or later?" 

Rizz took that moment to stride up to the tent's entrance, patting the tall rhinokin's arm. 

"We're the biggest, strongest guild in all of Abydah. Of course, we need wagons! How the hell will we move all our adventurers whenever the need arises?

"Now get back inside, all of you! There's some new shit to discuss and some big changes to the plan." 

"Changes?" 

"The fun kind of changes?" 

Lobur and Horthal shoved into each other as they followed the goblin into the tent. Sabina entered next while glancing at the smiling ramkin chief.