Chapter 28

Great was he, Dergoth, who strode across the lands clad in skins and armor, bearing his ancient sword whose name cannot be spoken and is known only to Dergoth and the sword-God Tyv’rth.

And great, also, was Dergoth’s body odor, which was said to be more powerful than the stench of a thousand tigers’ litter boxes.

Of friends, Dergoth knew but few as none since his mother could abide his stench. As for the pleasure of women, Dergoth was a frequenter of the brothels of the veiled Gorath women, who cut off their noses at puberty and hide their hideous and misshapen countenances behind thick scarves – the only article of clothing that they ever wear.