"I said," Gorp growled, his voice deep and resonant, the voice of a god, "break it."
He spat on the floor at Aphrodite’s feet. "You can keep the beauty, my lady," he rasped, his voice returned to a croak. "It itches." aphrodite goblin's pet
He smashed the mirror against the marble floor. The sound was deafening. Shards of bronze scattered like stars. Aphrodite gasped, raising a hand to strike him with a spell, but Gorp did not cower. "I said," Gorp growled, his voice deep and
"How dare you!" Aphrodite screamed, the illusion of her composure shattering. "You are ruining my art!" " Gorp growled