Ah, the Reaper seems to be circling above, like a vulture...Even Death likes to stretch her wings and feel the sun on her back...
What a powerful aura this one has; it feels they carry the weight of a thousand dying souls! Could this be the Legendary Death Bringer it has heard about? A low, rumbling chuckle escapes from Guzzlord as it licks its tongue across its mouth. Death Herself might taste rotten, but there isn’t a meal the Beast hasn’t tried yet!
Guzzlord calls up to Yvetal in a cordial tone, “A fine morning we’re having! Though quite ironic that you would show up at so nice a time as this.”












