Byung was left in the room with Drekk and Trogzit. The scent of his own foul smell filled the space, drowning the air in something unpleasant.
This dissuaded the goblins from using their extra-sensitive noses for anything—just as Byung intended—but he hadn't expected them to walk in right when he farted.
Byung's heart froze and dread crept up on his face because he could tell Drekk wasn't impressed by what he was seeing.
"What are you doing?" Drekk asked, irritation clear on his face.
He came to see the Barons but instead, this was the welcome he got even though one could blame it to timing.
Byung knew the last thing he wanted was to fight this goblin. He had witnessed Drekk's battle against Borg firsthand.
There was no way in hell he could keep up with a goblin who had managed to injure Borg.
"S-Sorry," Byung muttered under his breath, unsure how to approach the situation.
