A long, silent beat. The red eyes blink. Slowly, a gnarled, clawed hand emerges from the cave, holding a single, sad-looking sausage on a fork.
Kirtu lets go. He pulls a crumpled, half-eaten list from his loincloth. kirtu comic
Tomorrow. I negotiate for ketchup.
New deal. Double the gold. And a sausage. Hot. A long, silent beat
A bleak, rocky wasteland under a grey sky. KIRTU, a scrawny, big-nosed goblin-like creature, stands next to a massive, rusty lever. He wears a helmet two sizes too big. clawed hand emerges from the cave
Today. Today will be different.