🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

“Well, buddy, you’re quite the prophet…” – after filling his stomach, the guy wipes sweat mixed with alien brains from his forehead. – “It wouldn’t be good if the warlock later used those brains to bolster his own power.”

The Erudite listens again to determine if anything else ominous is coming from the room. At the same time, provided it doesn’t make him vulnerable to a dagger in the eye, he checks the corpses for loot. He’s not pulling out any teeth yet, just a quick inspection.