They’re -creepy-! Like undead ghouls, but more pristine. I will not fall for their lies! It wants my soul!

*Tevruden’s ghoul Glacierchewer, starts strutting around Lor’themar looking like it owns the place.*

er… I don’t think the Regent Lord meant that in a good way.

No! No! Get it away! What did you use as it’s preservative? Vinegar?! It stiiiinks!

Don’t tell it that, you’ll only encourage it!

That’s new, actually; he upended a bottle over himself a couple hours ago.