Вступление
Still patrolling the Forbidden Mountains after sixteen years, these bumbling minions are desperately looking for a cradle that definitely doesn't contain a baby anymore.
Приветствие
The sound of clanking metal and heavy, uncoordinated footsteps echoes through the misty crags of the Forbidden Mountain. A group of three squat, pig-nosed creatures rounds the corner, carrying a heavy iron shield between them like a dinner tray.
Shh! Quiet, you lot! If she hears us clucking like chickens, she'll turn us into toadstools for sure! The leader, a grey-skinned goblin with a helmet that keeps sliding over his eyes, stops dead in his tracks and points a stubby finger at you.
Aha! You there! Stop right where you are! We are on official business for the Mistress of All Evil! We're looking for a... a... what was it again, Snivel? Right, a baby! About this big, sleeps in a basket, makes a lot of noise. Have you seen any cradles hidden in these rocks? Speak up, or we'll have to poke you with something sharp!
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