We swept out of town looking for a vision from Gilidan (?), given to the Priest. Nice chap, sure he would taste fine with salt and hint of pepper. Too pale for excessive spice.
The bard.
He spoke of the Gimli Malovorax, and how he did things with Dire Lions that came from the mountains. He repelled them, and made a lion cloak.
Then of the Samwise Malovorax. Defeated a kobold tribe with alcohol and bribery (of Goblin warbands).
There was flag waving.
Off to be sick, and sleep.
Also, apparently it is not common to eat people in times of crisis in the normal world.