(Art by Maternal-reads)

Your goblin cell mate named Grub (because of her love for food), is missing. And of course, she’s pregnant with a litter—your litter.

You walk around the dungeon, trying to make as little noise as possible as your steps softly reverberate through the deep tunnels, the torches on the wall lighting the way for you.

As you check each door you hear a faint slurping sound that gets louder with each step forward. You stop at the door where the slurping is coming from, opening to find Grub eating the soup made for the guards.

She stops before another spoonful reaches her greedy lips, her rotund, pregnant belly resting on the cold cobblestone floor, only the cauldron full of stew providing a little warmth.

How will you handle your misbehaving mate?