The Goose vs The Elven Princess

"What's stopping you from offering all of Kazaal as a gift to a new, powerful ally? After all, Grebeil already defeated Kazaal once. Why not go for round two?"

That assuming question was set afloat in the mayor's office. The sly goblin leaned into the corner of the mayor's desk with a raised eyebrow. Flapping his wings, the mayor's goose companion turned back to the goblin with blaring honks. 

Meanwhile, the squirrel-turned-elven princess wanted to become one with her chair; to vanish and hide from the goblin's know-it-all smirk. 

"... Come on, Rohgalia. Don't lie to me. That means no hiding. Either admit it or tell me I'm wrong, whichever makes you feel better." 

Miss Rogue twiddled a finger through her long, dirty-blonde locks. 

"... I have my own reasons for wanting to reach Umbaarz. Reasons that don't involve you." 

"Unless you're forcing me to be your escort," Rizz sharply quipped.