Book Four: Chapter 88

“The day I let a booger with tits scare me will be the day that I die of embarrassment.” Kisa muttered the words under her breath, eyes narrowing as she half-expected Tink to throw the hammer at her in retaliation. When the goblin didn’t, she felt a pang of disappointment—a strange, inexplicable disappointment, as if some odd ritual had been interrupted. There was something deeply familiar about the back-and-forth banter with Tink, a strange rhythm of provocation and advice that Kisa could feel in her bones but couldn’t quite place.

Tink laughed, a sharp, wheezing sound that bounced off the polished walls. “Pussy has big mouth, but take goblin advice,” she said, gesturing with the hammer in hand, her beady eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh? Do you have some pearls of wisdom for me?” Kisa said, spinning around as she walked backward along the railing. The wood beneath her paws was sensitive, t