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'Yup, something like that!'

Hearing that, Felhet raised his fist to his face. He pinched the long bridge of his nose between a thumb and his clenched fingers. 

'Rizz… I can't risk my tribe–'

'Didn't you hear what I said?' Rizz cut him off.

Perplexed and frustrated, Felhet peered down at the goblin. 'You said that I cannot act in my tribe's favor. That goes against our agreement.'

'No, I said 'something like that,' which is completely different!'

Wagging a cocky finger, Rizz dared to meet the ramkin's towering gaze. 

'Yeah, we can't tell anyone about this stuff just yet, cause we've gotta catch the rat first. Or any conspicuous precautions might end up a complete waste. So we can't speak about any of this outside of telepathy. 

'But I never said your tribe couldn't happen to up training requirements, or patrol the streets more regularly, or anything like that… if you catch my drift.'