I met a goblin fond of fire named Moggs. I'd like him to be brought into the Grim as a minion of mine. He's a little runt that can hardly hold his heap up, but he listens well and doesn't disobey.
Kiannis had looked up from a few papers strewn about the desk to address the Ice Troll as she spoke. Leaning back in the high-backed chair, he absently strokes at his stubble, "As you wish, Reaper. Bear in mind that you will be held accountable for any.. issues, that the little one may cause. See to it that his talents are put to good use."