"... Are you a dwarf?"
Rizz lingered there with a knowing smirk, leaning toward the little armchair atop the desk. Until Rizz saw the squirrel woman pulling her head back and shaking her face in befuddlement.
"A darf...? You see my name and you imagine me being a dwarf?!"
Miss Rogue hopped out of her chair, fueled by fumes of discontent. She jabbed her finger into the goblin's long nose. "How in Dimona's name did you get the image of a dwarf from my family name!?"
Rizz jerked his head back, practically giving himself whiplash. "Wait! Dimona? You're an elf?!"
Both the goblin and the squirrel were back on their feet. The woman stared back at the goblin with her mouth agape. The man looked at the squirrel with eyelids pulled back so far that his blinking globes nearly popped out.
"What…? How…? Why do you know about Dimona, yet you don't recognize the– my family name?! Explain yourself, goblin!"