Damaged?!!

In the dimly lit, cavernous chamber of the Goblin Chief, Logan stood resolute, his request hanging in the air like a heavy mist. The Goblin Chief, a short figure of menace and authority, regarded Logan with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. His throne, adorned with the bones and relics of fallen enemies, served as a stark reminder of the chief's power.

"You dare to bring such a message to me?" the chief bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "The Bowlers challenging us? We accept their pitiful challenge! Now leave, before I decide you're part of their foolish plot!"

Dismissed with a wave of the chief's gnarled hand, Logan turned and swiftly exited the chamber, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just set into motion. The Goblin Chief's anger was palpable, and Logan knew that the Goblins would not take this perceived challenge lightly.