As the malodor of the proffered aquatic meat reaches his nostrils, Morgath chides the two. If you don't finish your fragrant fare before we begin this intrepid adventure of treasure hunting and romance, we will all more likely become the proffered meal to the demon of said cult or dragon rather than pilfering their treasure!
Morgath allows a snicker to break his line, and a fairly unsettling grin to gleam in the wan light of the evening betraying a jest rather than a serious admonition. Though he does not care for fish in truth, and less for the scent of it after it's been smoked.
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