His brows lift, head tilting at the demand, and considers the options. There's not much in his repertoire in terms of stories with tits - not, at least, with the level of detail he suspects he's being asked for. Most of his stories of guts seem less than suitable for telling as well.

What he can come up with is a tale he encountered some years ago, an aside in a treatise on magical warfare.

"An Orlesian soldier once lived for a fortnight with his intestines outside his body," is what he offers, after a pause. "Their company's commander kept the entrails in a leather bag greased with rendered bear fat on the inside, in hopes that they wouldn't dry out before a healer could save him. He was bedridden, of course, with the sack lashed about his middle, and by the tenth day, he was delirious. When a healer finally reached their camp, she opened the bag to find that its contents had begun to turn green with decay."