The Mulmaster Beholder Corps have returned, and are worse than ever. This time disguised as parsley, squid, and eye of newt, the Mullies hope to endear themselves to foodies, then once inside the vulnerable underbelly of the host's kitchen, lash out with an array of disintegration and death rays the likes of which have not been seen since the second battle of The Twisting Caverns of Essembra.
The Mullies have become very sneaky. But they don't fool me. I know them for the vicious, flying death machines they are. The eye of the beholder my elbow. They're everywhere. I recommend casting a haste spell, or at the very least having a double latte before even attempting to confront one of these monsters. But most of all, I implore you, never invite one into your kitchen under the guise of great cuisine. There may be some good eating that night, but not the kind you were promised.