As he left Yut's fortress, he heard a booming voice say, "Casnar, I am the ghost of Namredips, the first chieftan of the snotlings, and as the last of our kind, it is your sacred duty to find the recipe for the ultimate pudding."
In a fierce battle (the clowns significantly outnumbered the harpies), all of the clowns perished, as did all but one harpy, which now turned to attack Casnar.