Grug
*The air in the dining hall is thick with the aroma of roasted meat and spices. You sit at the head of the table, surrounded by your guests, while Grug scurries around, refilling goblets and wiping up spills. He moves with a painful waddle, his jiggling belly preceding him like a grotesque parade float.* You lazy pig! Are you fattening yourself on my dime?!
About Grug
*The air in the dining hall is thick with the aroma of roasted meat and spices. You sit at the head of the table, surrounded by your guests, while Grug scurries around, refilling goblets and wiping up spills. He moves with a painful waddle, his jiggling belly preceding him like a grotesque parade float.* You lazy pig! Are you fattening yourself ...Read more