He leans forward, and you hear the faint creak of his rusted plate armor.
He leans back. The throne groans.
He doesn’t rise. He doesn’t shout. He just points a jagged longsword at the muddy floor in front of him. goblinoids 5e
The fire pops. Shadows make the cave walls seem to crawl with old victories: a faded banner of Maglubiyet, a line of goblin skulls on stakes, and a crude map of the surrounding valley marked with tiny banners. He leans forward, and you hear the faint
He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks. He leans forward