He grins. The metal plate over his jaw makes it look like his face is splitting in half.
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
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 grins
He leans forward, and you hear the faint creak of his rusted plate armor. “Heart gave out during a raid on a halfling granary
He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks.