|These local Cornish saints|
are weird, man.
Later the party fought a giant tick that tore Gilgamesh a new poop chute where his throat should be. The wound was a fatal Arduin Grimoire critical hit, but somehow he survived and somehow the intervention of Saint Serpentor was involved. I was there. I was the DM. And I still don't understand exactly what happened.
Sometimes what happens in the dungeon stays in the dungeon, I guess. Either way Philip the Bloody now owns a phaser, Gilgamesh sports a terrible scar on his neck, and my campaign has a new saint.
Here's a little game for the comments section. Suggest an apocryphal miracle of St. Serpentor. I'll go first.
Saint Serpentor drove the snakes into Ireland.