Flenk stands on the field of victory. Lying beside his luxury owlbear fur-lined moccasins are the corpses of his enemies: the fearsome goblin leaders whom he was tasked with destroying to save the druid, Halsin. Well, I say bodies. But in truth there’s only one. The other two are as yet undiscovered. One, Minthara, fell to her death when Flenk heroically collapsed the bridge she was standing on. The other, Dror, was blasted to oblivion when he failed to notice Flenk surrounding his throne with explosive barrels, also heroically. If that sounds cowardly – and it probably does – rest assured that our hero heroically killed Priestess Gut with his bare hands (actually with a rapier, in a four-on-one mugging inside a locked room). However you spin it, though, the job is done and Flenk intends to devour every morsel of praise from the refugees whose lives his actions have saved. Songs will be sung. Stories will be written. Exaggerations will be made.
GLAIVE DANGER
Flenk returns, triumphantly, to the liberated druid camp. It’s wonderful because every snippet of overheard dialogue is praising our vital work. Flenk has never before felt such an overwhelming desire to speak to
