Lobur leaned in closer to mention a worry of his own.
"Hey, Boss, are you sure about this? I mean, he seems like a decent guy. But the dude's a collar vendor. Are you sure you want that kind of person as the face of the guild?"
"I'm the face!"
Rizz slapped his pointer finger across the boarkin's snout.
"And I don't give a shit. Cause attention is attention. The bigger the names we attract, the better. Fuck, we're called Outcast Guild. It's not like we're gonna parade Dezzy around in the name of the Saint Guild or some shit like that."
"We'll do fine with him!"
A resounding smack echoed through and around Lobur's body, with Horthal pounding the boarkin's back and laughing louder than ever.