The goblin encampment in flames, the saboteurs ran from the angry ogre they hadn’t expected.
“Thragg CRUSH hoo-mans!”
Her fellow scouts fleeing, Meg hid behind a tent with a twisted ankle. Mighty Thragg thundering close, she uncorked the Ogresweat potion.
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Uh-oh. This is why I don’t set fire to goblin camps. They take it badly.
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