671 Sweet-Spot

Partax glared at Gobo, quickly taking the Hobgoblin's words as both an insult and a challenge, "What are you calling 'fragile', here?"

Rolling his eyes, Gobo looked at the old halfling and tapped his finger on the table next to him. He was starting to get annoyed. He didn't really like people all too much. Since Eiro was trying to have them all integrate with their society, Gobo was trying to give them a chance at least, though it didn't help if they were as naturally unsufferable as Partax clearly was, "Of course, what else would you call it? If a few monsters can just destroy the whole thing that easily, without even actively trying to, it has to be pretty fragile, right?"