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Let's see how the wyrm likes this.

This is exactly what the wyrm wants.

Well, I suppose it will tide the wyrm over.

Nope. It won't eat that.

I didn't cook that one.

I suppose that's why there are no vampires around.

I wonder if it still wards away the undead.

Am I supposed to plant these?

He has no future ahead of him. A shame.

My bones are naturally fragile, I'm afraid.

May I peruse your wares, ma'am?

I believe I can barbeque.

No use to me here.

I'd prefer a larger grill.

At least it's portable.

This is so very beneath me.

And they thought their things were safe.

This should open some doors.

A touch of civility.

A little civility.

Small Streetlight

This looks like it requires hard labor.

The stinking abode of those filthy fish creatures.

Let's see what they have today.

Well what do we have here?

Fungus has its uses.

I could, perhaps, produce a makeshift garnish.

It's as hollow as this withered world.

It's a pungent onion.

Take that, onion.

Am I supposed to plant these?

This makes things much more convenient.

It's an oven. For cooking.

Spikey. Like me.

Some kind of gargoyle.

Gnaw Worshipper

Well that's attractive.

Gnaw Worshipper

Just useless rubble now.

Seems we've got it open.

It needs a key.

It's a monument to death.

Yes yes, ashes to ashes and all that.

You can't hide from me.

It is no more.

How are birds getting in here?

Fast asleep.

Suitable lavishness.

Brackish.

Nobody listens to me.

Ancient Gateway

Good. I can get out of here.

Magic could bring it to a boil faster, you know.

It is in the nightshade family, you know.