"You little mongrels, put all your strength into it for me. If you slack off today, there won't be any dog food for you!" A voice full of curses rang out.
Morning!
Winter has already set in, and a bleak atmosphere pervades everywhere, but within Order city, the air is still buzzing with activity!
An overseer wielded a long whip, and with any slight laziness from the workers under him, he would lash them in a heartbeat. Order advocates human rights, but this overseer acted so unrestrainedly because the "little mongrels" he referred to were indeed literal mongrels!
Kobolds!
A cunning and greedy creature, they dwell in the Abyss or in other dark dimensions, no matter where they are, they are at society's lowest rung.
