"Nah," he starts with a wry smile. "Those are all me. Found a new spice I like to call 'Flaming Falactory'. Hard to come by, and typically the lich involved really dislikes you touching the source of his life, but hey, that is the price one pays for taste."

	A. "Can I have a chicken wing?" B. "So why aren't you in the kitchen?" C. "I heard you have a hand in the blackmarket." D. "I think I'll go get myself a drink at the bar."