Halk streched his throwing arm, picked up a rock off the floor, made a swinging motion, then he was ready. Then a thought occurred to him. "...How many bats did you have to milk for that potion?"
"About 60 to 70, give or take a squeak." replied Mophus, content in the thought that his hard labour searching for his white gold was coming to fruition.
'Ok, ready', he thought and brought his arm back. But then he realised that the potion must have had a side effect, as he was really interested in this stuff. "How long did it take you to actually extract the milk?"
Mophus scratched his nose in thought. "5 minutes per teat... Disregarding the male bats that I accidentally picked up. They weren't particularly happy either."
Halk stared at his rock he was holding. It seemed he was losing somewhat his direction. "And they've got only two teats right?"
"No, no, no, the ones I siphoned off possessed 6 and some even have false teats, it was a fascinating search for milk, I assure you."
Halk sat down, his head in his hands now. "I have to know... I need to know, I don't know why." He started to whimper. "So... How do you milk a bat?"
"I've tried pressing, pumping, squeezing, syphoning and even evoking a modified ZO spell. In the end extortion worked best..." Mophus smiled, teethily.
"Extor...!?" He suddenly jumped up, and hurled the rock down the corridoor in frustration at his lack of mental 'clarity'. Being a barbarian was dealing with absolutes, and he was not used to conducting quizzical conversations over bats and their milking.
A 'dink' could be heard echoing through the darkness.