"I'm serious!" Leon retorted. He was clearly trying to be stern in his tone.
"Fine... It's not like I'm trying to fight you anyway." Gool replied, "So, what's your deal?" He asked nonchalantly.
"What's my deal?" Leon replied in a confused tone, "What's your deal!? I've seen plenty of goblins in my time, but the goblins near my home looked different from you." He said.
"That would be obvious, since many goblin races exist across Fell-Terra." Gool replied, "But on this island, there is only one race. That means you must have come from a foreign land."
Leon gulped, not knowing the intention of the goblin.
'Shoot... this goblin. Why is he trying to figure out that I'm from a foreign land? That would only matter to someone who's in a defensive position. I know he didn't want to fight me, but I can't trust sneaky goblins!' Leon thought inwardly.
"Listen up, boy!" Gool announced, "This island is under the command of--" He was cut off.
