When the minor lord was finally released from a forceful trip through Yuolrt's many, many greenhouses and plantations, the druid had even made him take taste from fruits and vegetables, which sounded nonsensical as they were both skeletons, even if Ourlon had much dried, mummified skin and flesh still hanging onto him, he was not a ghoul.
But the druid knew what she was doing, although such things were not meant to be eaten by undeads, or at least, not all sorts of undeads, she had found ways to solve that issue somehow, not that Ourlon found any of it displeasing, pulling leaves out of his hair, fruit juice had gotten on the front of his attire.