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 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.” The fire pops
He leans back. The throne groans.