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[hellawrath]

Need something set on fire? Leave a message with Taako at Fantasy Walmart in the temple ruins and Lup might hit you up!

But you better bribe Taako or it'll go something like this
[3:02:15 PM] Jazzy:
"some dude wanted to talk to you"
[3:02:29 PM] Laura:
"was he hot"
[3:02:37 PM] Jazzy:
"nah"
[3:02:51 PM] Laura:
"nevermind then"

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[thornyonmain]

In between panting breaths and jostling sounds as Merle scurries his way to the mana pool, he gets out as much as, "Plants! Owls! They're here!" before leaving that cryptic message up for interpretation as the Stone fizzles out.

Within the next few minutes, Merle comes barreling into the camp and absolutely trips over a rock or something and faceplants right in front of Lup. He just sort of lies there for a while, inhaling dirt probably as he takes beleaguered breaths.

"There's a sign," he says, lifting his head up and trying his best to whisper hoarsely, "from God, on that island."

[hellawrath]

You know what? She's not even gonna try to decipher that cryptic ass bullshit, instead opting to use the time to put on some goddamn pants. He's excited about what, plants? He's always excited about plants, they've repeatedly asked him not to be, so what makes this different?

Guess she'll find out in a second, as heralded by the faint melody of a disturbed wind chime trap and the sweet pitter patter of tiny feet. She's already got her mouth open to greet and/or fucking shush him when he just totally beefs it.

Yikes. Should she like, help him up? Dwarves are pretty earthy, right, maybe this is good for him actually. Just what he needs to calm his shit. Except, it seems like he's really and truly hype about this, and it's infectious. Lup squats down in front of him and grins.

"Then we better go check it out!"