The first scroll arrived in the southern swamps, delivered by a mud-caked kobold runner who nearly sank into the mire. **Graznak the Slumbering**, the massive troll councilor, lay sprawled across a bed of rotting logs, one clawed hand idly scratching his belly. Flies buzzed around the half-eaten carcass beside him.
The kobold bowed low. "Lord Graznak! Urgent from the capital! The monster Jason has been captured and imprisoned!"
Graznak cracked one bloodshot yellow eye open. He snatched the scroll without rising, unrolling it with a lazy flick. His tusks gleamed as he scanned the words.
"Captured? In the capital? Hah." A deep, rumbling chuckle shook his gut.
"The monster probably strolled in, sat down, and asked for tea. No explosions. No fun." He crumpled the scroll and tossed it into the swamp.
"Tell them I'm coming. When I wake up." The kobold backed away quickly as Graznak rolled over, already snoring again.
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