"My good sir, are you the only follower of this religion you continuously attest to?"
He points to a feral cat with cataracts, "go fetch the statics for our visitors."
The cat lets out a feeble hiss and disappears into the shadows.
"Ahh we are here, the chamber of feasts," The monk prys open a large door, a golden lobster crawls out.
"What is that," asks Recalsatrix.
"Don't mind that," says the monk as he kicks it aside.
The men walk in to a rank damp room filled with toad stools. The monk grabs a hand full and stuffs them in his mouth.
"Feast now there is enough for allll....." the monk's eyes dilate as he stares at a wall and begins to drool.
The men stare on as the monk soils him self and falls to the filth laden floor.
"That explains a lot," remarks Von-Harris as a rat scurries up to the monks shaking body and nibbles at his finger tip.
No comments:
Post a Comment