A Sentence Of Judges
Today, A Sentence Of Judges are hosting a little shindig. It's not quite a banquet, but you wouldn’t call it a gala, either.
To your knowledge, there’s an election on the horizon. The monarch has run uncontested, for certain, and it is illegal for goblins to cast ballots, of course, yet the thrill of civic participation washes over you.
To your left is a forty-minute line for uncooked cocktail wieners. To your right, a perfectly spherical goblin cradles his perfectly spherical gut. And everywhere you look there are big white tents shading an endless troth of meats spanning from here to the horizon.
Goblins circle around vats and trays and buffets of fish ball...