Kroma swatted at one of the dogs in the wriggly, nipping pile at her feet. "Ziril! Behave!" She looked back up to greet the dwarf approaching her craft table. Oh, no. Datandur. What an ass.
He picked up one of her olivine turtles, pretending to examine it. "Animals. Always animals. Playing with stones as a child does. You waste your time with this nonsense."
Kroma thrust her chin up at him. "My time is mine to waste. I do with it as I please."
Datandur smiled down at her. "Not for long, my dear." One eyebrow cocked, he reached inside his leather vest, placed a piece of parchment on her table. Kroma glanced down at it, seeing a document with her father's name appearing in several places. "What's this?" she demanded.
"The scrip for all your father's debts. We'll be discussing ways for him to pay this off." He leered broadly at Kroma. "Your name might come up in that discussion....Dear."
Kroma's face went blank as her mind whirled. Surely not.... Oh, but surely so, that devil. Think, think. How to get out of this. To pay the debt? To get away? That's it, get away. She was an outcast here anyhow. No-one loved the dog-girl with the funny trinkets.
And then, the perfect idea struck her. A way of killing both goblins with one spear. The expedition. She would go on the expedition. Get away from Detandur and make her fortune at the same time. She heard it was risky. Too risky.
But looking up at Detandur's face....What did she really have to lose?