"W-we represent... a society of g-goblins... who have changed... their ways... and want t-to... p-prove themselves to others," Rakanishu says sheepishly from the back.
"Not all goblins are evil, Jazzad," D'Bruuhl says strongly, "You used to know that. Tell me, are you covered in slimy slugs, Jazzad? If so, they are what is making you forget your name, your friends, even your faithful companion Willy there. We will gladly stand back and let you clean yourself of their mind-warping presence."
Jazzad touches his head with his hand. "Willy... name so familiar." The boar head looks down at the fox. "Willy... friend...Snails.. so tasty with butter. Goblins... nasty."
Then his hands move to the boar head and he lifts it off, revealing a man in his late 30s with disheveled brown hair. His skin is pale and his eyes have a hard gaze.
"I... I am Jazzad," he says. "Nitzbuk. yes... My friend. How is he?"
"Yes they do, brother," D'Bruuhl says in acknowledgement of Rakanishu's observation. He asks Jazzad, "May we help you rid yourself of those 'snails' if they have attached themselves to your body?"
OOC: I was unclear if Jazzad just ate them or if they were stuck to him. Also, does anyone remember what the two potions were that the townspeople gave us?"