Upon discovering a spider carcass in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, you make the brilliant decision to lick it. Your companions watch on, some in disgust yet some... encouraging? But Gale, in particular.

"You licked a dead spider. Dead. Spider. You licked it. That is something that happened. Well, I think we need to get you some air, and perhaps a long talk about unresolved childhood issues."

And you made a brilliant decision to lick on again. Your guts cramp, your stomach churns, and your nerves burn with a pain that would almost be pleasurable were it not so... savage. Your wizard companion, meanwhile, looks on in disgust.

"Stop licking the damn thing!"