By this point, Khri'zhatt had long ceased trying to make any sense of what was happening, and resigned himself to scuttling along with the group in the hope that all of this would eventually veer closer to the promised lucrative course. At least, no more immediate attempts were being made on his life, which was already an improvement over the previous state of affairs; nonetheless, the general situation was far from satisfactory, as the best part of the day had been wasted without any profit and he had been harpooned by an orc. Thrik, on the other hand, did not seem overly concerned with the nonsensical events around him; then again, this was not quite so surprising, as he never understood anything was amiss unless his master explicitly told him so. Seeing as there was no point in overloading his already limited cognitive abilities, this was not the case; and thus it was without a word that the two entered into whatever sanctum the wizards had carried the elf’s body to.

What followed certainly did nothing to improve Khri’zhatt’s opinion on either the wizards or the course of the day’s events. When he had agreed to join the party on its vaguely defined quest, there had been no mention of being boiled in some sort of magical furnace, or watching a nude, malodorous goblin perform an erotic dance around the elf’s corpse. The smell was rather irritating, as well, and he was beginning to seriously consider ordering Thrik to seize the dancing goblin and clobber the wizards with it when the green imp was finally immolated. The elf was thereupon jolted back to life, and immediately began to scream inarticulately before gradually returning to a more intelligible, if equally senseless, mode of speaking. As the former cadaver placed his head in an appropriate, if precarious, position, Khri’zhatt prepared to repeat his now all-too-frequently repeated query concerning what they were supposed to do now, but was preceded in this by Bob the goblin, who had apparently grown equally impatient. Dim as these people were, he was not about to repeat someone else’s words for their benefit, and thus limited his intervention to [color=saddlebrown]”What he said. And are we now finally going to begin this quest, whatever it is? Time isn’t free, you know. Especially not my time.”[/color]