Lord Stafford is a curious man of curious tastes. Cardhuntria is a land rich in absurdities, and Lord Stafford claims to have seen them all. To the common eye he is naught but a haughty, pampered noble, but few would suspect how deep his depraved desires delve. Following the defeat of one of your body doubles to an insane group of adventurers ranting about some Compass or Yorr, you've decided to lay low for the moment and retreat to one of your mansions in Far Cardhuntria. There you tend to your lovely bonsai trees, meditate in the zen gardens and enjoy the culinary peculiarities the region's chefs have to offer. Alas, it seems someone is knocking on the door and wishes to disturb your peace. It turns out to be a flock of 16 Death Elementals. This is the third time this month! You shortly consider why you keep getting visited by these jubilant reapers, they seem to have trouble taking no for an answer. You call for your aforementioned chefs to properly garnish the Death Elementals and tell the rude interlopers "Not today."
