He leans forward, and you hear the faint creak of his rusted plate armor.
He leans back. The throne groans.
He doesn’t rise. He doesn’t shout. He just points a jagged longsword at the muddy floor in front of him. goblinoids 5e
He grins. The metal plate over his jaw makes it look like his face is splitting in half. He leans forward, and you hear the faint
He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks. He leans forward