The goblin, tied to the pole, has seen better days — he's covered in filth, and a wide variety of burns, bruis

The goblin, tied to the pole, has seen better days — he's covered in filth, and a wide variety of burns, bruises, claw marks — even a bite mark or two. Yet he's smiling widely, as if in triumph. "Hah! The shatshanks not believe Nok-Nok, poked him with words and spears and torches, bite him, kick him... who be survivor now, huh? Nok-Nok, me, always me! Hail Lamashtu!"