Goblinoids | 5e

he says. “Good. Goblins talk too much. Sit.”

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.” goblinoids 5e

He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks. he says