Self-serve buffet

Cliff had been taken to his so-called abode, although he knew these demons had never known about the aesthetic, he still hoped to be taken, at least, to one of the rooms of a Dakhatian , but those were just false hopes.

Because once he arrived there, the ogre had pushed him into a room, but this room... It was full of hobgoblins, there were all kinds of them, males, females, large, small, their bodies were dirty. battered, large cuts on their bodies and there were those whose wounds were still fresh, the putrid smell of the blue blood of the hobgoblins vaguely filling.

"It's a new toy, you can do whatever you want with it, except break it, because the master seems to like it" the ogre's voice echoed through the room, and the hobgoblin responded with barbaric growls .