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It’s awfully hard to get a good view while tied to the sacrificial alter, the kobold struggles to crane his neck enough to see into the jungle below.

It’s quiet. Some time has passed since the tribe leaders left him to his fate, whatever that is, and nothing seems to be happening.

It’s then that deep within the bowels of the jungle a low bassy rumbling begins to swell. Birds fly startled into the mountains as something stirs beneath the branches. Just then a glimmer of a massive claw and almost instantly it’s upon him!

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