Reid found the goblin who was dubiously named Akatil Yixox where he’d expected to find him – miles deep inside the machinery, tinkering.
“Reid.” The tiny man pushed his goggles onto the top of his head. “I’m working.”
“I got an offer. And it includes both of us.” He paused. “Mo made the offer, actually.”
“You’re obviously going to take it.”
“It’s got a lot of merit. And it involves teaching.”
“And you want me to come along.”
“They don’t have a good Unutu guy.” Reid could barely say the word. “And, besides, you owe me seventeen and one-half favors.”
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