At that moment, there is another waft of foul air, and a shadow falls on the ground. All the goblins in the pi

At that moment, there is another waft of foul air, and a shadow falls on the ground. All the goblins in the pile lift their heads at the new arrival – a towering hill giant with mis-matched coveralls, a necklace of hands and skulls, and a makeshift club composed of several timbers tied together with rope. He looks very, very angry – not just at the pile of goblins, but the splintered, empty barrels.