Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The goblin wiggled on the throne. The cushions were very comfortable, but the crown, and associated responsibilities, were ill-fitting to say the least.
A loyal orc guard leaned over, whispering, "You got this, boss."
"I don't think I do," she whispered back, still not sure how she ended up in this position.
The human magistrate cleared his throat, "Your answer, your majesty?"
"Frolic in the seaside?"
As before, somehow that worked out.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The orcs milled about aimlessly. They hadn't liked their leader but now he was gone and nobody wanted to take the helm. The whole operation had been cattledung from the start, and nobody really wanted to get back to it.
A ragged goblin skittered over to the leadership helm, plopping it on her head, "Everyone!"
The orcs stood to attention.
"Let's take this fight to the beach! We're going to frolic in the sea!"
Odd orders, gladly followed.
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