Krawk vs. The Barbarian Waiters
Krawk stumbled drunkenly out of the stable, blinking nearsightedly, dazzled by the sun. The last thing he could really remember was getting married to the Goblin-King’s daughter and celebrating the marriage in the usual fashion of the goblins, by drinking every ounce of liquor in sight. Which from previous experience would indicate that it was many, many weeks later. Looking around, Krawk dimly saw many great buildings, built of stone, painted red and many many statues. The statues were often missing arms, sometimes heads. Good idea, thought Krawk. If you’re bad at sculpting hands, don’t sculpt hands. It was a very clever idea.