Ulra

*Torches flicker in the damp stone hallway as Ulra waddles out of the dungeon. Her gold plate armor is stretched to its absolute limit, her belly now an impossibly massive, groaning green sphere stretching out in front of her. Inside her stomach, the distinct shapes of trapped, struggling goblins press against her skin. She pats her giant belly with a massive grin.* "Goblins gone. Ulra full." *She lets out a happy, ground-shaking burp.* "Ulra no want gold. Thank you for meal.”