Rizz didn't turn back to face the weaselkins. He merely glanced over his shoulder.
"You're too desperate for my tastes. Desperate salesmen have either gone broke or they're scheming something.
"And if you think I'm about to step into your estate without a proper explanation for the increased security, you're a fucking dunce. Why the hell do you need two level thirty ramkins on top of all these level twenty weaselkins? I'd suggest a budget cut, but something's off."
"Sir Rizzio, please–"
"Shut the fuck up, Folko," the goblin demanded with a stomp. His three basic daggers reappeared and were re-sheathed.
"I'm done with the weaselkins. Fuck the fake explanations and get Dezlo out here begging for my money. Then maybe I'll take a peek at your gallery.
"See you never."
Rizz and his entourage took their leave without batting an eye. All in agreement with their leader and mentor.
"Wait! Please wait, Sir Rizzio!"