<span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Within the dimly-lit you can just make out two long sausages of herb-infused clay. From the end of one pokes the head of a gnoll, from the other, a kitsune. It's obvious that these two were being prepared for the meal the arrival of your mules preempted. Once baked, the clay would tighten, pulling the prickly fur from their flesh, which would in turn be infused with the fine flavor from the spices. They'd boil slowly in own juices, remaining soft and tender for the hungry lizardfolk to devour...