“I tell you, I heard Shulbo’s wizarding parasite give out it’s death screech last night. Five goats gave rancid milk this morning and the yak was found with a small tuberous growth in its ear. These are signs, the apostate wizard is dead. For five ivories I will give you this very authentic key to the dead wizard’s laundry rooms, whence you may easily ransack his apartments. Oh, I ask nothing in return.”
In the lychee jungles of Hy-Lomblay heroic hunters hasten hither and thither, battling the bark-skinned dandelion lychee-leeches whose succulent white-and-red-and-blue speckled flesh is a delicacy among the Socialite Vampires of the Upper Trader Philanthropist Caste.