Rizz, May I Ask A Question?

"Don't worry about him." 

The chief's sigh turned into a yawn. "He just… struggles to believe in himself. That's all." 

Nodding slightly, Rizz slid back into the empty chair. "Yeah. That's kinda obvious…"

"So, what was your question… Rizz?" 

Rizz flashed a candid grin after hearing his name without any honorific. "Yeah… For now, just Rizz is good.

"As for my question…" He glanced at the map for a second before brandishing a straight face to toward the deerkin chief. "What part of the continent are we on?" 

One corner of Chief Kert's lips twitched upward. "I see… So you do have some grasp of the world."

"Yeah… And no… It's complicated and way too hard to explain." Shrugging, Rizz rubbed his belly. "I just wanted to confirm a few things while I've got the chance."

The chief sat a bit straighter to match the solemness of the goblin. "Of course. Such things are simple for me to offer, considering our phenomenal debt to you.