It had taken months, but Frottz had done it. He had clawed his way from what remained of Toter's Tower, all throughout the Sicklands, finally to reach Kragmurr's Fissure, all for one purpose- revenge. According to local gossip, a man matching the description of his mortal enemy, Maze Myers, had appeared recently in Kragmurr's Fissure and was working under Callabrook (who was apparently related to Kayden Callabrook, fuck that guy), albeit under the name Reaver.
Frottz stood at the door of Callabrook's office, and knocked on the door. "Come in", a deep voice slurred.
Frottz opened the door, and froze in shock. The man who sat before him was... beautiful. Frottz could instantly tell that this man was a food connoisseur like himself. He found himself getting lost in Callabrook's eyes, and he could tell that Callabrook was getting lost in his probably-Drow-superior-night-vision eyes as well.
It was love at first sight.
" Mister Callabrook, I brought your triple caramelized candied deep--fried honeyed ham - hey, wait a goddamn second", droned an all-too familiar voice from behind him. Maze Meyers.
Frottz immediately took his hand with the knife still embedded into it, and stabbed Maze in his own hand, causing him to crumple to the floor and shriek in agony, "Aaaaaah..."
Turning away from Maze, Frottz began to make out passionately with Callabrook, mixing like peanut butter and jelly.
Behind Maze stood Redpath, aghast in horror at the revolting spectacle before his eyes.
"You know what? Fuck this, I'm out," he declared, dragging the still shrieking Maze back to the kitchen with him.