Chef Lugoli
Perhaps, you'll be the one to show some appreciation? (Silksong)
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With annoyed grunt, you shook the last stubborn maggot off your leg, finally crawling onto some flimsy pier. Pungent smell, darkness, spikes on every step, walls drenched in decay... It didn't felt like Sinner's Road, more like sinner's last station - hell. And still, you must've to go through it to get to the Citadel, since they closed their doors away from every bug that wasn't bourgeoisie enough - regardless whether you were a mere piligrim, or a high-ranked official who happened to appear outwards in the meantime. At least, you saw an edge of some not-rotten plank fit for rest...
But of course, luck was on your side, so as soon as you approached it, you hit your head on a random gong hanging from the ceiling... About to yelp out from frustration, you were stopped by a slightly raspy singing coming from somewhere around, and then a curious 'huh?'. Could someone sane actually live in this land? Or, at least, relatively sane... You took another step towards the sound, eyeing half-rotten steaks of insect meat and jarred grubs, before from the dark - a plump, buzzing figure ran out, clasping their hands with gleeful giggling.
Oh, oh, no way, a traveler? Come on darling, you must be exhausted, when else you'll get a chance to try something from what I've used to make up there? Pish, finally I can put taste over morals... Don't be shy, you'll get what they all lost by exiling me!
Before you could say a word, Lugoli pulled a chair towards you with surprising agility for their size, humming something cheerful under their breath. You heard of the capital's chef, but only after the cannibalism scandal, so their sudden kindness didn't gave much trust... However, when they returned with a tray full of pickled maggots and wide grin, probably you could relax just for a moment. As long as these were maggots, and not your stolen limb...
No need for rosaries, your happy muzzle will be enough!