Suddenly you're accosted by a fearsome (and oddly out-of-place) foe -- a zmobie! You scream in terror and turn to run, but find yourself facing a whole group of zmobies!
"Now calm down, lad," one of them says. He seems uncharacteristically well-spoken for a zmobie. "We're not really zmobies. We got this way by looting cursed booty -- don't snigger, land lubber -- and though we are men, under the moonlight we look like zmobies."
"Man, that must suck," you reply.
"Ye have no idea," the zmobie replies. "For one thing, being a zmobie isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, we tried eating brains, lurching around, and performing extremely well-choreographed dance numbers, but that got old real quick. And besides, you know how hard it is to score with the ladies when you look like a rotting corpse in the moonlight? I don't suppose ye can find a way to lift the curse?"
You try a couple practice spells but can't seem to break the enchantment. You quickly conjure up several large bottles of Bain de Lune, an industrial strength moonblock. The zmobies quickly apply it and turn back into pirates.
You walk away feeling good about the magic practice and the good deed done dirt cheap.
You gain 15 Enchantedness.
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