"It's been a while since The Party," smiled Hir'aeth, the Gooblin King. "What can I do now to annoy that grumpy old troll?" he thought.
Calling the King of the Trolls, Druzzy, a grumpy old troll always put Hir'aeth in a better mood. In fact, this time he repeated it again out loud so anyone who overheard him would spread the word that he was talking about the Troll King. Hir'aeth understood the usefulness of spies and already knew that he had one in his court that would report everything he did to the King of the Trolls. "That will make him wonder what I am up to and keep him busy," Hir'aeth smiled again. This was turning out to be the beginnings of a good day.
Fixing a scowl back to his face, he settled back on his throne and began his daily update about the status of his realm. An iron hand was his rule. For he wore his heart on a chain to keep it close by but not to allow it to rule his decisions. After all, a smart decision was one that was made based on knowing all the information and deciding without the upheaval of messy emotions. He was fair and just with enough pressure to keep his rowdy clan under control. Compassion was not his style as he ruled with keen intellect and calculated determination. "Unlike that stupid Druzzy," thought Hir'aeth, whom he knew he could goad into rash decisions just by making the Troll lose his temper.
"That is enough for the morning," the Gooblin King told his chamberlain. "Dismiss all of the courtiers, I will be unavailable for the rest of the day." Bowing to the King and backing out of the chamber was the only response the chamberlain gave as he knew not to question. "This had better be worth changing my day for..." growled Hir'aeth as he rose from his chair and started towards the door into the private room where he could listen to Rave's report in secrecy.