The spicy food reminded Impigo of his little barracks in Abbyss, where they would smoke the flesh of elves with hot hellish peppers. A single sulfurous tear rolled down his face. Those were the times.

Oh, I'm fine with whatever decisions you make my friends. Now that I know the location of my dreaded enemy, my heart is entertained with plans of revenge

And as he bit the food, he smiled and imagined.