Dare ye venture forth to the unknown depths of the dread kitchens?! These cursed countertops belong to the legendarily powerful lich Migor the Wight, conjurer o' fearsome returned zombies and all manner o' necromantic rituals! At least he used to... before he became a head trying to revive his favorite kobold. He's kinda chill now. Mostly just brews tea and chills with his eternally lich-ified kobold, save for the occasional rant about how "all the other wizards talk shit behind his back about his dome cauldron." and about how " High Mage Shorloche said his mana level was "over 9000" and D'thun'no'mar called him a weaboo." What a strange old skull.

(the ferocious "ravenous shrub" is named Bark. Ba-dum-tss.)