Left

Karlach opens the left door.

What reveals itself is a small room filled with racks and buckets and tools and blood smeared across the walls and floor, a torture room, and in the middle of this torture room, a goblin.

The goblin is dressed in a dark rugged hood, with only her dark red hair sticking out from underneath, she’s got a tool-belt lined with several painful looking tools, her legs are covered with bone plates that act as armour, and lastly, a thing piece of cloth that covers her crotch, offering no real protection.

The goblin woman’s bloodshot eyes glances at the big tiefling woman who just entered her torture room.

“Well well, what do we have here.” The goblin woman says in a gross voice before a maniacal cackle fills the room, her sharp, yellow, rotting teeth glinting in the dim lighting.