Chon’pyn may have been a begazer, a malign hovering armored sphere of death whose eyes and eyestalks rained magical terror on its enemies, but it was also the head fromagier of the most respected cheesery on the Shield Coast. Wearing 13 small monocles to shield guests from its harmful rays, the eye-sphere led them on a tour of the cheesery’s aging rooms.

“You can see here our most coveted delicacy,” said Chon’pyn, gesticulating with one of its eyestalks toward a hall filled with floating wheels of cheese. “It takes 100 years to fully cure, and the process enables the begazers here to truly put their stamp on it.”

“So, wait,” said Leicharr. “Does that mean that you enchant it, or that you milk begazers?”

“Any other questions?” Chon’pyn said, ignoring the remark.

“You’re not answering me. Does this mean that the floating cheese is made of begazer milk? Can begazers even make milk?”

“If there are no questions, let me show you the salt cave where we age our Monkavian Brie.”

“I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND YOU ARE NOT ANSWERING ANY OF THEM RIGHT NOW!”

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