Bab 262: Grab the Bull by the Balls!

"Ha!" the brown-furred weaselkin scoffed. 

"Our ties with the ramkin run deep. You think they would swap sides for such little change–"

"You have our spears!" 

That swift declaration rattled the bullkins, including the four guards. 

"Oh? What's wrong?" Rizz snickered, sauntering a few steps closer. "You only see red when they're low-level and little…? Or is it your business policy to beat the weak and flee from the strong?"

"Shut up, you barking goblin!" Brolon grunted. "To think that some backwoods filth would dare to act out of place against us… how pitiful Abydah has become."

"Then shut me up already! I dare you to double– no, triple my price! You fight with money, don't you? Or do you see the ramkins as unworthy of such value?" 

Brolan grunted through flared nostrils. "Still, you challenge me!? The both of you! I'll pay you fifty gold, now bring me that goblin's head!"