Welcome to the Guild!

The three boarkins tossed wonton glances to their now-former hunting partner. 

In response, Lobur shook his head. His glare alone kept the three men from calling out to him for help. 

But the injured boarkins did speak up once they spotted the wolfkin standing up. 

"Hey!" 

"He can't touch us!" 

"What the hell?" 

"CAN IT!" the goblin roared. He smacked the belly of the man who got elbowed moments ago. "If you wanna get healed for free, he's your only option." 

Gerrart stepped up to the three boarkins. His fingers moved yet Gerrart struggled to lift his hands. 

So, Rizz gave him some harsh pats on the back. "Come on, I'll pay for each fatso you heal if you need motivation. Or have you already forgotten the terms of our agreement?" 

Raking his clawed fingertips against his palm, Gerrart rested his gaze on the goblin. 

"... Must I do it here?" 

"Is it impossible to do right here?"