Story
Tavern
Gragu (17)
- Is this it… the Great Flesh?
- It’s… perfect.
- (dies with satisfaction)
- (takes bite)
- (scoffs) You can’t help me.
- Fine… you wanna help?
- Go away.
- I have this hunger… that no meal can sate.
- I seek the Great Flesh.
- Leave me.
- The hearts of gods.
- What do you want?
- You understand?
- Fine… you wanna “help”?
- Then piss off.
- Do you have it?
- The heart of a god?
Temp (11)
- (sigh) Fine. Fetch me a mango and I'll see what I can do.
- Back off!
- Didn't think so.
- Not for you, at least.
- Run along now!
- Sorry, you've had enough big guy.
- This door ain't opening.
- We ain't letting some skull-faced arsehole in here.
- We're closed.
- You know the secret code?
- You really want in, huh?
Barkeep (6)
- Don’t worry.
- He could use some company.
- He don’t bite—not anymore at least.
- That’s Gragu.
- You see that big, toothy brev?
- You wanna drink?