Unknown Threats in the Mine

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master Rizz." 

Gerrart pulled his hand back the instant he felt the goblin's blood touch his fur. "That was an accident. I'll heal it now–"

"Don't you dare waste mana." Rizz flicked his wrist to remove some of the blood. 

"You think I'm scared of a little poke? Did you fall asleep during my monster rodeo? Or do I gotta find something bigger?" 

Rizz laughed and walked to his other apprentices. 

"Got my knife?" 

Sabina happily smiled and presented the clean blade to the goblin. She had already stored the slightly smaller Mineral Gecko. 

"You still got plenty of room in there, right?" Rizz asked, getting a nod in reply. "Perfect. We'll need all the storage we can get for what's coming next." 

A voice of concern coughed to garner attention. "Excuse me, Master Rizz, but what makes you so certain that we'll be needing more storage space? Are you saying that we'll uncover the gold here and now?"