The Bound Falatacot speaks within your mind: "You will serve, man-thing. I had not looked to see another in here, and I can tell you are not one of the minions of the overreaching fool Dardante. Slay me, man-thing, and release me from my torment. I will grant you the knowledge you seek. Be warned, I shall fight back when you attack. The code of my people demands that I go to meet oblivion with blood on my hands and my head unbowed by submission.
You split Bound Falatacot apart!
The tormented Falatacot sighs gratefully as you discorporate the shell he had been bound into. "Thank you, man-thing..."
