The thing's eyes were bright blue and his legs and feet were unnaturally swollen. The stench of rot and decay assaulted his nose even harder and he found himself losing his lunch on the ground. When Torrhen finally managed to regain his bearings, he noticed that some of the lords and ladies had retreated with their backs to the wall and almost everyone had a weapon drawn. The skaglords were even swearing loudly in the old tongue. With great shame he realised that he was the only one that retched. He fearfully looked at his father, Donnel, who was thankfully entranced by the sight of the dead thing in the middle of the room. If his father had seen his shameful display, he would have tanned his hide.