Sabina was atop a thin, mental ridge, with buffeting winds pushing her in all directions. She wasn't sure if she would fall out of interest with the conversation, or if she would plummet into depths of details unknown to modern Preimos.
When Rizz mentioned her possible origins, Sabina clammed up all the more.
However, she did manage to get a single question out, the inquiry too heavy and burdensome to ignore any longer.
"How… do you know all this… as only a lv. 8 goblin?"
Still smiling, Rizz kept his arms open wide. "I'll tell you how. But only after you pass the trial and you accept me as your mentor for life."
"But you said you would exchange any information–"
"And I'm agreeing to tell you, which is more than I'm willing to tell anyone else," Rizz commented with a wink. "The same way you haven't told me or confirmed your origins just yet."