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Rizz itched the outside of his nostril with a squint. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sabina shook her head, pulling her empty hands out of the second chest. "N-nothing much. You seem to be very free-minded but also kinder than you appear. Kind of like the stories I've heard regarding goblins."

Hopping down to his feet, the goblin threw both hands behind his head. "Stories about goblins? Your tribe had way more lore and legends than the deerkin and elkkin. 

"Then again, you do hail from Kombal, or Kombra as it's grown into. Maybe Kombra's kept some ties to old legacies thanks to its long-standing history."

"That's very true!" Sabina remarked with a warm chuckle. "That's why they refuse to acknowledge a single religion as the sole truth. To help keep their traditions strong."

"So, what are these goblin legends you've heard so much about?" 

The mentor-apprentice duo had strolled back to the chamber's center, till Sabina's body locked up.