Gothmog smirked, or, well, he would've if you could see his face, but from the gleam in his glowing red eyes, he definitely smirked. He threw the Ful Bomb at the closed portcullis, and soon a thundering explosion filled the hall. Smoke and bits of metal poured out of the corridor, and when it cleared, there was a large hole blown through the gate.
"Where did you learn how to do THAT?" asked Gando. "I thought the secret to making Ful Bombs was lost…"
"I'm imported from an early beta," replied Gothmog. "Things were different back then."
"Wow, that's amazing," Syra mused.
"It has its advantages… and disadvantages." Gothmog snarled a bit. He didn't seem to want to talk about that.
After a bit more wandering, the party came upon a fountain. The water seemed to look fairly clear and good, and they decided they were getting a bit thirsty. Each member took their turn to drink from the fountain... and then Gothmog stepped up. He stood around, looked at the fountain for a while, and then walked away. "Well that's done. Where to now?"
"You didn't drink any," Gando noticed.
"I, uh.." Gothmog shook his head. "I don't like the looks of that fountain. Anyone got a flask or a waterskin I can borrow?"
"Come on, no time for that. Just lean down there, cup some water in your hands, and drink," Gando offered.
Gothmog just grumbled softly.
"What's wrong?" Syra inquired.
Gothmog mumbled, "I… I can't. That's… one of those things I was telling you about. I need a flask or a waterskin. I can't drink straight from a fountain."
What to do with Gothmog?