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He doesn’t rise. He doesn’t shout. He just points a jagged longsword at the muddy floor in front of him.

He grins. The metal plate over his jaw makes it look like his face is splitting in half.

he says. “Good. Goblins talk too much. Sit.” goblinoids 5e

Kettrik continues. “Heart gave out during a raid on a halfling granary. Pathetic. Now his brat—a bugbear with half a brain and twice the ego—wants to lead the tribe west to the Coast Road. ‘Easy pickings,’ he says.” The hobgoblin spits. “Easy graves. There’s a fort there. Wood elves. Archer towers. My scouts counted thirty longbows.”

He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks. He doesn’t rise

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 creak of his rusted plate armor. He grins

He leans back. The throne groans.