Griz, Borin, Skall, and the other goatfolk finally arrived back at Stonehorn Crossing. They made their way directly to the office, where their boss, Master Bjorn, was waiting. A heavy silence hung in the air as they entered, and Bjorn, a large goatfolk with a thick beard and an imposing presence, sat slumped in his chair.
"So," Master Bjorn began, "debrief me on your findings about these overly rumored hermit master artisans and blacksmiths. Did you strike a deal?"
The other goatfolk shifted nervously, but Griz, as their leader, stepped forward. "Master, we didn't strike a deal, but—"
"Then you failed," Bjorn cut him off, his voice flat and final. "That's that. The expenses will be deducted from your salaries."
The other goatfolk began to panic, their faces filled with worry. "Please, Master, hear me out first!" Griz pleaded.
