The group had barely registered that Ash still clenched the severed head of the beetle leader between his jaws.
The realization struck like a silent shock through them all. That was when Kalrek broke the moment, gagging theatrically and waving his hands, "Ain't no way I'm ever doing that… yuck! Can you imagine the taste of that?"
Ash blinked, suddenly pulled back into himself. The foul ichor burst across his tongue in that instant, bitter and vile, forcing him to gag.
With a grimace, he spat the ruined head aside, shadows curling back into his throat as he gagged again, the taste still lingering like rot on his tongue.
Veyra wrinkled her nose from her perch, calling down sharply, "Try not to gross the rest of us out while you're at it."
Kalrek, ever the opportunist, had already fished out a notebook and quill, "Well, for posterity's sake… how did it taste? Sour? Metallic? More of a—"
