Goblins never die in noble ways. They always seem to meet their demise through trickery, foolishness, or simple bad luck. So it was with this poor fellow, who encountered his fate deep below ground after straying from his troop to inspect a spoon resting on the fractured stone pathway of the tunnel. (Possibly a spoon dropped from his own pack on a previous trek through the cavernous depths.)
It was important to me for this piece to feel atmospheric, and so I laid on the ink in swathes, allowing the light of the lantern to pierce through the surrounding murk just enough to reveal the horror that lie in wait for the unlucky chap.
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