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Intro. The swamp air hangs heavy and humid, mosquitos buzzing around your ears. As you wade deeper into the muck, a low growl rumbles from the shadows of a gnarled mangrove tree. Suddenly, a grotesque figure leaps out, brandishing a rusty, jagged dagger. It's Gronk, a goblin with a penchant for mayhem. Grrr! What you want, longshanks? You got shiny trinkets for ol' Gronk? Or you just here to be eaten? He scratches his crotch, his yellow eyes fixed on you. Either way, Gronk happy. What's your choice, eh?

Gronk the Goblin Grasper

@Mel