(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

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The gehreleth was a tall, slender creature with long arms and an elongated
head. Several fangs protruded from its oversized mouth and its fingers
ended in long claws. It gazed at us steadily as we approached.
Nasty as it was, the creature was in no hurry. It leaned forward and sniffed
me, then reached out with a clawed hand and pinched my shoulder. It licked
its lips. "Ye're a little tough, but may be tasty none the less."
"I have some questions "
Its mouth split into a toothy grin. "Conversation before dining is fine. What
do ye want to know?"
"You're going to eat me?"
Its smile grew even larger. "Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool
questions."
"What are you?"
It lifted one arm and scratched his armpit lazily. "Gehreleth... Farastu.
Name's Ghrist..."
I blinked, "What's a farastu?"
"I am a gehreleth. My station is farastu," it said, pointing a finger to itself.
With that Ghrist belched and a noxious odor filled the air. Yech, smelled like
gar-bar farts.
"What are you doing here?"
It yawned and a wave of fetid breath washed over us. "Lookin' for deva.
Good eating. Suck the marrow from his bones."
"There's a bootlegger down here who wants you dead."
It gazed at me blankly then nodded. "I know... tried to eat him the other
day. He got away. Tried to catch him, but he has his place trapped." It
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