The white robed healer shivered in terror as the self proclaimed 'Storm Goddess' stood before him in all of her majesty.
The putrid stench of charred meat drifting into his nose, and unfortunately making his stomach grumble as it reminded him of his father's "well done" burgers whenever they had a barbecue.
He always said that the burnt parts were just extra flavouring. But there was no way in hell that the healer was ever going to try out the flavouring of this barbecue.
Holding in the urge to vomit from his own unfortunate, invasive thoughts, the healer did his best to stir up the courage.
He looked the "Storm Goddess" directly in the face, as she scowled at him deeply. Her face twisted with a deep, resentful rage as she glowered darkly.
The twisted thoughts that were running through her mind, one could only guess. Maybe…. Maybe the reason she cooked the wonderful Paladin Phobus was because she wanted to taste his flavouring.
