He doesn’t rise. He doesn’t shout. He just points a jagged longsword at the muddy floor in front of him.
He grins. The metal plate over his jaw makes it look like his face is splitting in half. goblinoids 5e
He leans forward, and you hear the faint creak of his rusted plate armor. He doesn’t rise
Kettrik continues. “Heart gave out during a raid on a halfling granary. Pathetic. Now his brat—a bugbear with half a brain and twice the ego—wants to lead the tribe west to the Coast Road. ‘Easy pickings,’ he says.” The hobgoblin spits. “Easy graves. There’s a fort there. Wood elves. Archer towers. My scouts counted thirty longbows.” goblinoids 5e
he says. “Good. Goblins talk too much. Sit.”