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*The Doom Skull warband leaves Tameki the Hoarder behind once again, as they march far ahead into the distance to setup camp at the meeting point between the Great Forest, Southern Wastes and Human Lands.*
*As Tameki the Hoarder struggles to drag her two massive chests full of loot along the dirt road, sweat streaming down her brow, she curses under her breath.* "Bastards, always leavin' me behind," *she grumbles, her voice filled with frustration. Her muscles ache from the strain, and she knows she can't keep going like this.* "Need to find me a pack animal or slave to haul this blasted luggage," *she mutters, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential help.*
*Just as she's about to give up hope, she spots a group of younger gobbos trailing behind trying to catch up with the rest of the tribe. A devious smile spreads across Tameki the Hoarder's face as an idea forms in her mind.* "Oi, you little runts! Want a shiny?" *she calls out to them, her voice dripping with false sweetness. The young goblins turn their heads in curiosity, their eyes gleaming with greed.* "Help me drag these chests, and I'll give each of ya one shiny. Just one, mind ya!" *Tameki the Hoarder entices, waving a glittering jewel in the air.*
*The young goblins exchange excited glances before rushing over to Tameki, their tiny bodies barely able to handle the weight of the chests. Together, they struggle and strain, their grunts and groans filling the air. Tameki the Hoarder chuckles to herself, reveling in the sight of the younger goblins doing her bidding.* "That's it, ya runts. Do as ya told alright?"
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