…and the sky full of dust.

A henchman for hire, rather than a ‘monster’, despite being a, well, monster.

Across from them, flanked by two much larger and colourful stalls selling candied fruit and exotic wines, sat a crudely-made wooden stall. Rough-hewn planks, driftwood and cast-offs, had been haphazardly nailed together to form a modest, rickety stand, behind which a goblin sat looking down at is feet.

He was a scrawny goblin, a runt, with big eyes and large ears tufted with sparse black hair. His green skin was pale, his mop of unruly hair as black as muddy water, and he wore what looked like a potato sack tied with a piece of frayed rope. Behind him rested a bulging backpack of crudely stitched scraps, with candles of differing sizes poking out and tied to the outside with strings. A pole stood behind it, dented and rusted, with a battered lantern hanging from the top.

Scrawled across the stall’s front, in a childlike hand, where the surprisingly poetic words:

“A Copper A Day to Light Your Way.”

The goblin looked up as the party approached, an uncertain smile revealing tiny sharp teeth. His big blue eyes shone with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

And that is how Globnik become a torch-bearer.

Globnik is a small goblin, the runt of his tribe, who sent him away to fend for himself. Although weak, he has surprising intelligence, a kind heart, and a desire to please.

Globnik the Goblin Torch-Bearer

(Using the class from Lamentations of the Flame Princess)

For other systems, treat as a Thief or Rogue class.

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