Seeing the goblins hesitate, Rivendare was in no hurry. He slowly puffed on his cigar, watching the Rustwater Goblins in the room exchange meaningful looks.
Seeing that no one had made a decision, he reminded them, "Lady Vashj has offered such generous terms. You should cherish them. I only made this trip for the sake of our fellow goblins. As for the Venture Company, they're already dead men. The Alliance and the elves are preparing to issue wanted notices, with Theramore putting up the bounty. Shouldn't you consider that reward?"
Hearing there was a bounty, and that the Venture Company was about to be wanted, the Rustwater Goblins' eyes immediately came alive.
The Venture Company's future was clearly a dead end. Better to turn dead weight into bounty money, make a profit while they could, and show their sincerity at the same time.
All the Rustwater Goblins nodded slightly and agreed. "Lady Vashj is merciful. We accept all her terms."
When Rivendare saw that the Rustwater Goblins had agreed, he did not respond. He simply continued puffing on his cigar.
The Rustwater Goblins were baffled. They had clearly agreed to Rivendare's terms, so why was he still saying nothing?
At that moment, a Goblin Accountant standing behind Rivendare spoke. "You Rustwater Goblins really don't know what's good for you. Our Prince traveled all this way to act as Lady Vashj's envoy and secure the best possible terms for you. Did you really think the Prince was just here to run errands and deliver messages?"
"Oh!" Only then did the Rustwater Goblins understand. The Prince of The Sandbox had risked himself by coming to Ratchet as a negotiator. Had he really done it solely because they were fellow goblins? No, he had his own calculations.
"May I ask what Prince Rivendare