Sabina's Final Days Back Home...

Like a lightning rod attracting a thunderstorm, those words coaxed out another cascade of waterworks from the cheetahkin. 

This time, though, Sabina rushed to wipe her face clean. Her eyes showed some resilience as she met the goblin's gaze without shirking. "I'm… going to trust you. Please, don't make me regret this–"

"The Rizz doesn't do regret." 

He didn't blink at all before her strengthening demeanor. "I calc my best options in the moment, and I act. If I make a mistake, I fix it. If I can't fix it, I move on to something else. And if I don't want to move, then I'll play by my own rules till I get what I want. 

"That's how Rizzio McKlank Von Thong, your master and party leader, functions. It's damn simple when you think about it." 

With her cheeks dried and her motives better solidified, Sabina nodded in slight agreement. Even if she couldn't imagine the depth of the goblin's convictions, the concept alone was worthy of acknowledgment.