As the group chows down on their individual meals, sitting back and letting loose and whatnot, Kruor stays upright and rigid. Indeed, curiosity was a common occurrence and Kruor always wandered why his less undead companions needed sustenance so often.
And not only do they eat when they grow hungry, but when making merry or celebrating as well. Many a time had Kruor seen adventurers bringing back the spoils of their journeys only to start wasting them on booze and...and
women.
"Mmm...women. Yummy." he thought. "Uh-oh...now Kruor hungry." If Kruor had pupils, they'd be shifting left and right to study his companion's expression, if any had realized his sudden change in facial expression. And then Kruor remembered he had no facial expressions. That calmed him down abit...except that now he couldn't help but feel hungry now that he wasn't worried.
His eyes, previously his usual baby-blue (ignorance is bliss afterall) were now glowing crimson. Flickering from bright to dim and back again, Kruor tried to pull his hood further over his eyes. And in vain, his eyes still burned red under his hood.
"Hey, um...guys. Are done any time soon? No? Okay...Kruor wait." he mumbled, trying to settle down. The music of his companions' hearts filled the air, a steady beat that increased in volume. Kruor decided to focus on having a little competition between these beating hearts to see whose beat faster...
Ba-bump...ba-bump...ba-bump...
Thump...thump...thump
Bada-bump...bada-bump