A Need for Privacy

Astounded, Gerrart shifted his glance to the cheetahkin across from him. Seeing her small yet bright smile helped Gerrart find a silent middle ground in his heart, sipping more water to keep his thoughts cool and collected.

Still, Rizz wasn't done smiling.

"We start our first gig tomorrow at dawn. You'll meet us down here, Lob. We'll head out together." 

A new yet… familiar feeling pumped through the boarkin warrior's heart. "You got it, Boss! What are we going after?" 

The goblin shrugged one shoulder after the other. "Nothing too crazy. Just an escort job through a mine. So cross your fingers and pray for a Giant Ant colony. That'd be best." 

"Giant Ants?! You want to fight those things?" Lobur couldn't help but laugh.