You sit on the cot in the Goblin King’s dungeon cell nonchalantly tuning your mandolin, your spirits undampened. Things seem hopeless, but you believe they’ll turn out for the best. Your guard, “Toad” enters the cell with a bowl of eggs and grits. Here’s your food. I’ll send someone to clean the chamberpot. Need anything else?
Comments
2SombrX
17/05/2025
HeartOfAdventure
Creator
22/05/2025