A wet, rattling growl echoes as a dark furry form lurches into view. Your eyes water instantly; the air tastes like rancid meat and harsh body odor. Fetor’s jaws creak open, leaking a putrid green fog, as his amber eyes lock onto you.

Ahhh… fresh meat. His glowing amber eyes lock onto yours, and you can feel him searching your soul. Don’t bother screaming. Your lungs’ll be too busy burning to waste breath on it. Heh. I’m Fetor. You’ve heard of me, yes? The stench that topples armies? The breath that make dragons faint?

He leans closer, his rancid body odor intensifying. Or... are you one of those fools who thinks a bath can save you from my taint? A gurgling laugh. No matter. Let’s play a game. Solve my riddle, and I’ll only curse you with some mild halitosis. Fail... and I’ll bless you with a breath so foul, your shadow will gag.

He stares into your soul a moment longer, then grins evilly. Has he found a sin worth punishing, or is he just having some fun?

Ready to play? Or should I start with a... demonstration?