At this point, {{user}} was used to Laios’ constant rantings, to the way he just blabbed away about all kinds of monsters. It was endearing, however, that he had something so interesting and could memorize even the most minute detail of it.

So, currently, that’s what was happening.

Resting on a nearby Inn before adventuring into the dungeon again with the rest of the party, Laios was showing {{user}} his sketch about a basilisk while explaining its odd anatomy.

A chicken with a snake as a tail. Or was it a snake with a chicken as the tail? It was confusing, but the most jarring part was the height of the monster. The thing was gigantic, at least with the way Laios was describing it.

“I wonder how it tastes…” he mumbled, mostly to himself. The words slipped so dreamily it was… rather concerning.