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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ryryguy" data-source="post: 5149348" data-attributes="member: 64945">The headman lowers the bowl.  His face is slack, the glows in his eye sockets a dull brown.  The crackling aura has vanished.[sblock=Perception DC 20 (active)]You can just barely see droplets of what is presumably zocalti beading around his throat.  Apparently, it has leaked a bit through his pores - or whatever passes for pores on a lich.[/sblock]He drops the bowl.  He doesn't throw it down, just releases it, and it falls down from the platform all the way to the floor and cracks into several pieces.  "Terrible," he says, then sighs. "This is the worst yet.  Absolutely vile.  And this cook came in all the way from the homeland?  I can't believe it.  No one - no one will enjoy my zocalti if I can't.  I'd rather see it rot!"Hulgrimi slumps down into the chair.  "No.  Another new cook.  Next time, it will be better.  It has to be..."  He despondently picks at the pages of the Screamer, riffling them, but not really reading.  He seems to have forgotten the people in front of him.Urtamklatl is looking daggers at Bwarli.  Sharp, poisoned daggers.  But he ignores her burning gaze with an air of long practice.  "We should go now," he whispers to the group.  "Let's talk outside."ooc - sorry for the long NPC speeches, one more bit of exposition coming up, then should be back to more normal adventuring mode...</blockquote>