Bab 300: Hurry Up Already!

"... What's wrong? Goblin got your tongue?"

"N-no. That's not the case." Dezlo wiped away his impulsive hesitance with a candid smile and a hollow chuckle. 

"Then what's wrong?" Rizz brazenly asked. 

"Nothing is wrong, Sir Rizzio. Nothing at all." 

"Nah, I don't believe you. I'm not feeling it." 

The goblin turned to face the weaselkin crew and propped an elbow onto Dezlo's shoulder, standing side-by-side. With a harsh squint sharpening his stare, Rizz massaged his chin while thinking out loud. 

"Hmm… Did they do a shit job?" 

"No, they didn't. It was one of the smoothest tent operations I've overseen," Dezlo claimed. 

But Rizz wasn't done fishing for the other man's thoughts. Almost interrupting the weaselkin's response, Rizz kept casting question after question. 

"Then it's gotta be overstaffing, right?"