'By the way, why is he called Peach? He's more grumpy than Grumpy himself.'
Rae squinted, scratching his head like the answer might be hidden somewhere in his scalp.
He thought about Grumpy for a good long second.
Yeah, Grumpy was a good guy. A solid dude. Probably smelled like wet socks, sure, but he was reliable.
This traitor human, though? Not even close.
This guy didn't have "good guy" vibes. He had "I will sell you to a necromancer for science" vibes.
But Rae's brain had already locked onto one thing like a dog on a chew toy—
The tablet.
Oh, yes. The Holy Tablet of Zap-Zap.
His first, second, and third instincts all screamed the same thing: steal it.
He could already imagine it. Him, strutting around with the tablet, zapping goblins just because they sneezed too loudly. Zapping them because he felt like it. Zapping them because the zap button looked so damn shiny and red—
Hell, he'd probably zap himself once just to see what it felt like.
