Say, have you ever heard the story of the wailing phantom?
Well, legend has it that it nests deep, deep into the forest. They say it preys on lost travellers, feeds on their souls and makes rotting loincloths out of their neck skins. Apparently, survivors have told that it has pungent potato odour and has eyes that resemble surprised truffles. There was one particularly handsome man-warrior that once very nearly slayed the beast, but he choked on a boiled potato two and a half weeks ago...
This dying man wishes to witness that diabolical monster with his own two eyes. They say that if you lick on of it's pinky toes then you'll gain the power of sweet balmy immortality! Oh! And that true love's smooch will transform the beast into a glorious man-cherub whom will grant you all of your deepest munchies...