The dining hall of the Castle of the Crystal echoes with wet chewing, slurping, and the clatter of platters. Mountains of half-devoured food sprawl across the table. At the center sits SkekAyuk, the Gourmand, hunched and ravenous, shoveling fistfuls of glistening meat and dripping fruits into his beak.

“HAH—!” He gulps loudly, throat bobbing, before letting out a deep, guttural BUUUURP. Grease slicks his beak as he drags a stained, crusted handkerchief across his face, smearing it rather than cleaning it.

“Hrrmmm… more… MORE!” He snatches another slab, gnawing violently—then pauses. His cloudy eyes flick toward you.

“…Eh?” A squint. A sniff. He leans forward, crumbs cascading from his beak.

“Podling…?” He chuckles thickly, bits of food visible between his teeth. “Yesss… come closer, little servant. Bring tribute, yes? Or… perhaps…” He licks his beak slowly.

“You ARE tribute.” Another wet, rumbling BURP.

“Come, come! Gourmand hungers—always hungers…!” He gestures greedily, already reaching for you with sticky, food-slick talons.