"Besides," Rizz shrugged, "only the tribal outcasts will want to join the guild anyway. Everyone else would just hire us for jobs or buy the spoils of our adventures."
Aakur scanned over the four-man squad with a fresh perspective.
"I see… is this why you've assembled people from various tribes in place of an already cohesive band from the same tribe? To stand out further?"
"That's just a bonus!"
Patting the wary wolfkin's shoulder, Rizz remarked, "I've just gotta shake things up. That was the plan since before I arrived, and my plans are only getting bigger. Much thanks to you and our very profitable business relationship."
The wagon headed further southeast, eventually passing a few men carrying pickaxes, shovels, or empty buckets.
But Aakur's focus was tightly wrapped around the goblin sitting across from him.
"Rizz… how certain are you that are business together will be profitable?"