The man bobs his head around, realising that there are multiple voices. "Sam.. that's.... not... you. Who ... is it?"
As Lok-Nar steps closer to the farmer, he shrieks in fear as he sees the party for the first time. Seeing the double-headed Dweibold, he flies into a rage. "What sorta... creature... you ate Sam, I know it!" Frothing from the mouth, he continues to babble. "You're working with the beast, aren't you!?! It bought all of you here! Well, you won't get past me! No, I'll put a stop to the evil right now!"
With a loud scream, he charges, raising his walking stick, but before he can reach Lok-Nar, he falls right at the feet of the party, lying very still and quiet.
"I...I think he's dead," whispers Serk, who makes no move to aid the farmer. "Me... me not touching him; he could explode. You never know with these wizards," she says. She looks up at the cow.
The cow continues to chew the cud ambivalently and its tail continnues to ineffectually brush away flies.