More Fire!

Blinking, the old herbalist sighed once more, "But, Mr. Goblin, you just agreed that it was all a misunderstanding–"

"If I accidentally pissed in your soup and let you eat it, would you get mad?"

"Of course, I'd be furious!" 

"But I told you it was an accident, just a misunderstanding…" 

Yet again, Barka felt her nerves being tugged and strung along by the goblin's words. She tapped the staff on the ground, saying, "Perhaps that is the case, but one does not relieve themselves in such a fashion on accident." 

"And death threats aren't usually thrown out the first time I meet someone." The goblin's eye shook from side to side. "But at least my example was just theoretical…

"Anyway, I should probably get back to my pot–"

"... orry…" 

Just before the door closed again, Rizz reopened it to reveal his eye once more. "Did you say something?"