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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3812763" data-attributes="member: 11520">Michael notices that one of the young lizardman Marines is also with Grumbar and Nac'Losin. He appears to be in fine health. Meanwhile, Grumbar is going from pale to green and stammering even more. Nac'Losin gives him another pat on the back, "just take a breath and tell him. Captain Stormwarden has yet to order anyone keelhauled." Grumbar does just that, taking a deep breath and then opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before finally speaking in an unusually high voice for him. "Well Captain, you seem to be on the same path we were. It seems Paltor here," he motions at the young Marine, "was the only one of the lizard folk not to eat the yams this evening." He pauses again before getting back to his tale. "I had noticed that my supply of bandoc seeds, a rare dwarven spice, were drying out, so though I had been saving them for special dishes, you and your guests have eaten them a few times, I decided that I'd better use them rather than let them ruin. As it turns out it seems that lizard folk are quite allergic to them. I had no idea. Anyway, I used them quite liberally in the yams, to rave reviews. The crew ate every bite." He seems very sorry. "Once Nac'Losin and I realized that Paltor wasn't sick it was only a matter of asking a few questions before the mystery was solved."</blockquote>