Goblin Tyler Hot! -

That afternoon, an adventurer kicked over his mushroom garden. Tyler didn't scream. He just smiled, showing three crooked teeth.

Tyler wasn't like the other goblins. They collected rusty spoons and shiny pebbles. Tyler collected grudges. goblin tyler

"Nobody appreciates a creative goblin," he muttered, sharpening a bent nail. That afternoon, an adventurer kicked over his mushroom

Then he rewired the adventurer's map to lead into a troll's privy. " he muttered

Piece done.

His lair—a damp hollow under the root of a dead oak—was lined with stolen shoelaces, chewed quills, and one slightly cursed lute he couldn't play but refused to throw away. Every morning, he rearranged his "good pebbles" into angry faces.