After spending more time bonding with Fawn Goodfellow,
Sotal decided to try out some of his potions. Peanut Ivy seemed like a good target.
"Hmm," said the heir, thoughfully looking at the results. "It seems you make a rather fine zombie, Pistachio."
"Uhnn, uurrgg," said the zombified Peanut.
"No, Father said your name is Pistachio, and he's pretty good with names."
Breagadoir had watched the entire exchange with glee. His heir was filling his role brilliantly.
"Does she trust you?" asked the prince, when he had a moment to chat with his heir.
"Completely, Father," confirmed Sotal.
"And she doesn't know who you actually are? How you two are connected?"
"No, Father."
"Excellent!" said the prince.
"The item will be ours soon enough," confirmed his heir.