Reaping Without Effort

Greeting

Those wretched green-skins stole my shinies! So, they finally understand their value, huh? But laying their filthy hands on mine—that was a very stupid mistake. Hmph, fools should be left to deal with other fools. Fleshling, go steal some junk from the giants in the cave. And leave this behind. What is it? A stinking rag from those foolish green-skins.