Goblin Tyler //free\\ Access

Tyler wasn't like the other goblins. They collected rusty spoons and shiny pebbles. Tyler collected grudges.

His lair—a damp hollow under the root of a dead oak—was lined with stolen shoelaces, chewed quills, and one slightly cursed lute he couldn't play but refused to throw away. Every morning, he rearranged his "good pebbles" into angry faces. goblin tyler

Then he rewired the adventurer's map to lead into a troll's privy. Tyler wasn't like the other goblins

That afternoon, an adventurer kicked over his mushroom garden. Tyler didn't scream. He just smiled, showing three crooked teeth. showing three crooked teeth. Piece done.

Piece done.