Ask around for any info on El Disgusto's whereabouts.

Ignoring The Undertaker’s bruised ego, you approach the shopkeeper again. “Hey, thanks again for the clothes. Just out of curiosity, have you heard anything about a friend of mine named El Disgusto? I saw a newspaper article suggesting he was in the area.”

The shopkeeper almost looks starstruck at the mention of El Disgusto, much to your surprise and confusion. “Oh wow, you’re friends with our grossly savior, El Disgusto Magnifico himself? Of course I know him, he won the Rat Bowl and freed our town from the rodent menace just the other day! He earned the key to the city, so he’s probably in the mayor’s manor now.” You’re slightly taken aback by the thought of someone like El Disgusto being put in any kind of position of power, but the shopkeeper is unbothered. “Just head north from the town center, it’s right at the top of the hill.” “Great, thanks.” You grab The Undertaker by his sleeve and exit the shop.

Following the north road out of the town center, you eventually find yourself in front of an enormous, ornately-decorated longhall perched at the top of the hill. This definitely doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d expect El Disgusto to be. “Hey uh, you sure that guy in the shop had the right idea? This place seems a bit too nice for a guy with a name like ‘El Disgusto’.” Evidently The Undertaker agrees. Ignoring your lingering doubts, you knock on the front door.

Your knocking is immediately met by the sounds of crashing from within the house, followed by a familiar gruff voice in the distance shouting, “**Just a minute!*” You continue to hear crashing and the sounds breaking glass for several more minutes before the door finally swings open and you’re met by a horrific sight; El Disgusto shirtless. You and The Undertaker both immediately recoil at the sight of your mangy friend’s greasy, matted chest hair.

“Yeah yeah, who is… wait, Gregory? Gregory, mi amigo!” Before you can react, El Disgusto runs up to you and smothers you in a big, slimy hug. The smell is overwhelming, and it takes everything to stop yourself from gagging. “Dios mio Gregory, after everything that happened at HQ I thought for sure you were dead! I’m so happy to see you!” “Ugh… it’s good to see you too Grossly, but could you please let me go?” El Disgusto releases you from his unpleasant embrace. “Ah yeah, sorry. Hey, who’s your new friend?” The Undertaker takes a step back upon realizing he’s referring to him. He glances over to you and begins whispering not-so-subtly at you “THIS furball is your friend?” you elbow him in the gut, pushing him slightly closer to El Disgusto again. “Ugh… oh. Yeah, nice to meet you Mr. Disgusto. You can call me The Undertaker.”

“Ah, Senor Taker! Fantastic! This is just like old times. So, what brings you guys to Savagegrad?”

What will you tell your repugnant old friend?

> Explain the details of my lengthy side quest, and of the images me and The Undertaker saw in the scrying ritual.