What's the Plan?

Aakur couldn't move his head. For a second time, his burdened gaze couldn't be lifted from the goblin's outstretched hand.

A few seconds passed with the molekin unable to do anything. 

Soon, Rizz pulled his hand back and slapped Aakur on the back. "Hey, like I said, you've got till sunset if you want to be considered a founding member of Outcast Guild. That's as patient as I'm willing to be." 

"A founding member? Me? … I can be a founding member?" 

That tempting title left a lump in Aakur's throat. No matter how he tried, Aakur couldn't say the phrase enough. It always found a way back into his thoughts and words as the wagon continued toward its destination. 

After passing a third mining camp, their wagon continued south. The fourth and fifth mine entrances came and went as well, with no tents or workers nearby. 

It was once the sixth mine was in sight that the wagon came to a slow stop.