A Golden Offer

"Is that a yes or a no?" Rizz asked with a teasing shrug.

Aakur took a few seconds to relax as the wagon approached the mining camp. Before the camp was in earshot, Aakur's head trembled… falling into a nod. 

"If you can remove a plague ore so simply, then such a split would be within reason. Given how no one else is capable of such a thing, along with your lack of petition for further expenses on my part."

A green hand appeared in front of the molekin's face. "Will you shake on that?" 

With a powerful nod, Aakur gripped the goblin's hand as tightly as possible. "Of course. Should such a scenario be feasible, then I'll gratefully accept these terms."

While the other three people in the wagon watched with mixed reactions, Rizz leaned in closer to Aakur's ear. 

"Don't worry. You'll more than double your losses," Rizz warmly whispered. "That includes losing your management position."