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And so, as promised, Spix told his tale. By the time the man got to the disappearing carcas, Capriccio no longer had to feign interest. He leaned forward ever so slightly, the tip of his tail curling inward. The infernis loved nothing if not a good mystery.

He nearly hissed when Greenbeard broke the tense silence in the midst of Spix's tale; had the man no sense of dramatics? That was a pause for effect, quite clearly!

When Capriccio realized the pause had been for a... zombie auroch, of all things, he nearly chuckled and wrote the rest of the tale off entirely — until he took another look at Spix's face, and realized this was a man ready to stand behind his words. If he had just mistaken what he saw, he had to be truly deep in his delusions, for Capri could detect no lies. 

Then came the parasites. Now that was a story worth pursuing. Perhaps his trip had been proven worth the effort already.

[color=8bb9c3]"[i]Awful [/i]sounds like quite an understatement," [/color]Capriccio agreed, nodding sympathetically as he waved the bartender to bring over the promised drinks. [color=8bb9c3]"Is this the first you've seen or heard of such a thing? What I mean is— out here, surrounded so by nature, I do wonder if you've ever happened across, ah, stories or rumours or even old folklore of anything like that existing; parasitic plants taking over corpses?"[/color][/color]