I'm Gonna Leave...

When the goblin spent a while in quiet reflection, Sabina took that as the cue to ask her next question. She eagerly leaned forward with big, bulging eyes.

"What happened to these old gods you're sure of? How can I gain a pact or a covenant with one of them?" 

Rizz slowly dragged his attention back to the cheetahkin woman. He blinked at the heavy, studded leather vest over her plain blue shirt. Next, he glanced at her leather pants stopping at her calves, keeping her bare, feline feet always ready to sprint or run. 

"You can't afford a basic blessing from any of them, so forget about making a pact or a covenant." 

Sabina's brow clenched in fury. She pointed a clawed finger at the goblin, leaning further forward. "But how can I do it? I'll prepare and gather whatever I need to get such a blessing!"

"Are you willing to denounce your beloved Noble Wild Cat?"