The hideous, ancient heap floated over to the two men. Cemetery dust trailed behind him, as the cobwebs in the shapeless robes that hung off of his withered frame gave up their treasures.

"Your Grumpiness called?" wheezed the geriatric lizard creature, its voice choked with phlegm and annoyance at somehow still being alive.

"Kamek, I need you to enchant a bowl of punch to turn people into something. Something stupid. I don't care what. Just. something dumb."