“It’s already fixed,” Kghilis said. “However, you still smell rather… delicious.” Kghilis stepped back, returning to his normal form. “Hm. I’d like to propose a trade. In three days’ time, you must bring me… one gem of pure stycite, two primal ankhs, and three leaves of the World Tree. If not—“ Kghilis unhinged his jaw, much wider than it should have been able to open. He licked his lips, smearing black, viscous saliva over his face, then disappeared.