Tell Me About More About This Goblin...

"... Why did you flinch, Dezlo? That's not like you." 

The golden-brown weaselkin chuckled through the interrogative statement. He ironed out his partially furrowed brow and adjusted his smile accordingly. 

"Please, allow me to apologize. Perhaps had we anticipated your arrival, we wouldn't have sold that specimen before you had a chance to see him for yourself. The man was a wolfkin. He was hardly lv. 21, though his white fur and red eyes were quite striking."

Brolan's stare softened, just barely. He pulled his head back. "Oh. If we had known that you'd come across a blood wolf we would've sent someone ahead to put him on hold." 

Dezlo bowed his head. "I'm sorry that you missed the opportunity to purchase such a rare specimen. Now, shall we move on–"

"You still haven't answered my question." 

The bull-headed man gripped the lapels of his grey suit coat.