He shakes his head, grinning. "Sugar is one of the most addictive substances known to man. I've tested it; it's worse than nicotine. But it's as important as water, now, isn't it? Everybody has room for dessert. It fills me with joy to know that I wield such a grim power without cruelty. A lesser man would use it to control and abuse anyone they could. I once was run out of town by a chocolate cartel that did just that. Oh, chocolate is far more addictive than plain sugar, by the way. Releases pleasure directly into your brain. Nasty stuff, you wanna buy some?"
She takes the time to think about it, before her face spreads into a big wide smile as she takes out some coins "Well it won't hurt just to buy a little." She cackles, putting the silver on the counter "Just something for a rainy day, nothing particularly special, if that's all fine with ya that is." She says, smiling.
He stands up to his full height, about 8' 6". "Oh, anything can be special if you put heart into it." He giggles in that way hyenas do as he moves around the shop, picking out candies to put into a bag. "But I'll stick with the basics. You've got to learn your fundamentals before you go for the big ticket. You never know what you might like or dislike."
He places the bag onto the counter. Dark chocolates, American sour chocolates, milk chocolates, white chocolates, chocolates with nuts, fruits, even bacon. "That should be good for, as you put it, a rainy day." He takes two silver and places 7 coppers on the counter.
She takes the coppers, placing them back in the pouch, cackling at the pun, "I like ya, I certainly visitin' again, if just to talk ta ya." She takes the bag before leaving, waving to them as she does so.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
There are treats of all sorts, not just candies. Everything here has a high sugar content, but a lot of it is also nutritious, such as preserved fruit, vegetables, and meats. "Wonders of imagination, aren't they? Sugar is a building block of life, you know. Everything runs on it. Animals, people, plants... Oh yes, plants too! They turn energy from the sun into sugar, and that's where we get most of our supply from."
Her eyes widen in awe as she takes it all in. "Wow... yeah, it's all incredible! I- wait, where...?" Her sentence trails off as she looks for where the voice came from.
She sees him: the massive, white-and-pastel gnoll who just walked in from the back, holding a big box of various sweetmeats. He has perfect teeth, posture, and pristine clothing. Not normal. "Sorry if I startled you. I just get so excited when I see someone get that look... a kid in a candy shop, you could say. All I ever wanted, and I can see it in your face." He does not comment on her unusual form.
"Oh, no, I wasn't startled. I suppose it's a bit ironic- you know, 'kid in a candy store'. Tale as old as time- or as old as candy stores, anyway."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
She sees him: the massive, white-and-pastel gnoll who just walked in from the back, holding a big box of various sweetmeats. He has perfect teeth, posture, and pristine clothing. Not normal. "Sorry if I startled you. I just get so excited when I see someone get that look... a kid in a candy shop, you could say. All I ever wanted, and I can see it in your face." He does not comment on her unusual form.
"Oh, no, I wasn't startled. I suppose it's a bit ironic- you know, 'kid in a candy store'. Tale as old as time- or as old as candy stores, anyway."
"Correct. Actually, I'd say that look is as old as toy stores, although the phrase obviously isn't." He settles down behind the bar. "What can I do you for today, friend?"
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
"Makes sense, fire magic and all that."
“I guess I’ll just train and prepare then, I’ve got nothing better to do, now that I’m free from the Valentine Sisters.” He says, sighing.
He orders them both something to drink, before asking “What is your favorite food? I never thought to ask.”
He shrugs “Are you really strong? I just want to spar a little some time.”
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
"Makes sense, fire magic and all that."
“I guess I’ll just train and prepare then, I’ve got nothing better to do, now that I’m free from the Valentine Sisters.” He says, sighing.
He orders them both something to drink, before asking “What is your favorite food? I never thought to ask.”
He shrugs “Are you really strong? I just want to spar a little some time.”
"Are you free though?" He tilts his head, shifting back into his black mask, trenchcoat, and boots.
".. mn, pretzel's. Everyone says chips are the best but I like pretzels." She grins "What about you?"
"I guess but I don't want to hurt you." He explains.
She smiles back, still trembling a little bit. "Yeah, maybe not right now."
"So, maybe I am a demigod, but that leaves everything else unanswered."
"What's everything else?" She asks.
"How I got this sword, why its permanently attached to me, why I seemingly know how to use it so well, everything that's missing."
"Maybe you were given it by someone else?" She hypothesizes. "Most warriors, even ones fond of their weapons, don't have said weapons attached to them at all times."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
"Makes sense, fire magic and all that."
“I guess I’ll just train and prepare then, I’ve got nothing better to do, now that I’m free from the Valentine Sisters.” He says, sighing.
He orders them both something to drink, before asking “What is your favorite food? I never thought to ask.”
He shrugs “Are you really strong? I just want to spar a little some time.”
"Are you free though?" He tilts his head, shifting back into his black mask, trenchcoat, and boots.
".. mn, pretzel's. Everyone says chips are the best but I like pretzels." She grins "What about you?"
"I guess but I don't want to hurt you." He explains.
“Close enough to free, it doesn’t much matter at this point, as long as I’m away from them.”
He nods “I like toast, nothing complex, people say that’s a dumb answer, but it was a treat at the orphanage.”
“You won’t hurt me for long, you can heal me right?”
She smiles back, still trembling a little bit. "Yeah, maybe not right now."
"So, maybe I am a demigod, but that leaves everything else unanswered."
"What's everything else?" She asks.
"How I got this sword, why its permanently attached to me, why I seemingly know how to use it so well, everything that's missing."
"Maybe you were given it by someone else?" She hypothesizes. "Most warriors, even ones fond of their weapons, don't have said weapons attached to them at all times."
“Whatever it is, maybe I was destined to have this weapon, or maybe something else is the reason it is bond to me. Either way, I can’t seem to be table to remove it.”
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
"Makes sense, fire magic and all that."
“I guess I’ll just train and prepare then, I’ve got nothing better to do, now that I’m free from the Valentine Sisters.” He says, sighing.
He orders them both something to drink, before asking “What is your favorite food? I never thought to ask.”
He shrugs “Are you really strong? I just want to spar a little some time.”
"Are you free though?" He tilts his head, shifting back into his black mask, trenchcoat, and boots.
".. mn, pretzel's. Everyone says chips are the best but I like pretzels." She grins "What about you?"
"I guess but I don't want to hurt you." He explains.
“Close enough to free, it doesn’t much matter at this point, as long as I’m away from them.”
He nods “I like toast, nothing complex, people say that’s a dumb answer, but it was a treat at the orphanage.”
“You won’t hurt me for long, you can heal me right?”
The Herald's hands twitch, his frame becoming rigid. He tilts his head and sighs "I am going to go eat the bodies so I do not end up ripping you apart again."
"Toast is really good. I like potato bread toast, that one tastes the best." She nods.
She sees him: the massive, white-and-pastel gnoll who just walked in from the back, holding a big box of various sweetmeats. He has perfect teeth, posture, and pristine clothing. Not normal. "Sorry if I startled you. I just get so excited when I see someone get that look... a kid in a candy shop, you could say. All I ever wanted, and I can see it in your face." He does not comment on her unusual form.
"Oh, no, I wasn't startled. I suppose it's a bit ironic- you know, 'kid in a candy store'. Tale as old as time- or as old as candy stores, anyway."
"Correct. Actually, I'd say that look is as old as toy stores, although the phrase obviously isn't." He settles down behind the bar. "What can I do you for today, friend?"
She looks around the store for a moment, picking up a candied fruit- the kind of fruit being one she doesn't recognize. Then again, there's likely lots of things from this world she doesn't recognize. "What is this? It looks absolutely marvelous..."
She smiles back, still trembling a little bit. "Yeah, maybe not right now."
"So, maybe I am a demigod, but that leaves everything else unanswered."
"What's everything else?" She asks.
"How I got this sword, why its permanently attached to me, why I seemingly know how to use it so well, everything that's missing."
"Maybe you were given it by someone else?" She hypothesizes. "Most warriors, even ones fond of their weapons, don't have said weapons attached to them at all times."
“Whatever it is, maybe I was destined to have this weapon, or maybe something else is the reason it is bond to me. Either way, I can’t seem to be table to remove it.”
"That does complicate things... Well, it seems like you can use its power pretty effectively. I doubt it was due to a curse or other ill intent." She sits in the grass, thinking.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She smiles back, still trembling a little bit. "Yeah, maybe not right now."
"So, maybe I am a demigod, but that leaves everything else unanswered."
"What's everything else?" She asks.
"How I got this sword, why its permanently attached to me, why I seemingly know how to use it so well, everything that's missing."
"Maybe you were given it by someone else?" She hypothesizes. "Most warriors, even ones fond of their weapons, don't have said weapons attached to them at all times."
“Whatever it is, maybe I was destined to have this weapon, or maybe something else is the reason it is bond to me. Either way, I can’t seem to be table to remove it.”
"That does complicate things... Well, it seems like you can use its power pretty effectively. I doubt it was due to a curse or other ill intent." She sits in the grass, thinking.
“Whatever the intent is, I’ll have to find those memories one way or another, thank you.” He sits down, sighing, the fatigue finally beginning to get to him.
"Correct. Actually, I'd say that look is as old as toy stores, although the phrase obviously isn't." He settles down behind the bar. "What can I do you for today, friend?"
She looks around the store for a moment, picking up a candied fruit- the kind of fruit being one she doesn't recognize. Then again, there's likely lots of things from this world she doesn't recognize. "What is this? It looks absolutely marvelous..."
He grins. "We've all heard of dragonfruit, but have you heard of minosfruit? It's born from trees deep underground, where they thought they could keep the secret forever. It is said that the first tree sprouted at the site of Asterion Minos' birth, and its roots grow in maze-like patterns due to the footsteps of the First Minotaur. It has been a staple of dungeon folk for many centuries, you see. When I was but a young gnoll, I found one at a shop and plucked it, only for it to rot before I could show my parents. I scarcely believed such a fantastic memory real until I saw them again but last year. That is where I got that fruit in your hands. I quickly dried it and crystallized it in sugar to preserve it all this time, away from moisture or light. I only sell them around the holidays, because they are so rare and incredible. The reason they decay so quickly is that even the bacteria find them delicious. Even rotten, they contribute incredible probiotic health benefits. Don't take it if you have an infection, though. The results would likely be... nasty."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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(you want to rp wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
She takes the coppers, placing them back in the pouch, cackling at the pun, "I like ya, I certainly visitin' again, if just to talk ta ya." She takes the bag before leaving, waving to them as she does so.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Scum." He says with disdain, spitting to the ground where their blood now lays "What's next?"
He opens the door for her once they get there, letting her inside first, as a gentleman would, though he is far from a gentleman.
"Don't know, never asked, maybe I should."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Oh, no, I wasn't startled. I suppose it's a bit ironic- you know, 'kid in a candy store'. Tale as old as time- or as old as candy stores, anyway."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That was it for now.. the next one I get to do in my own." He said, running his hand through his hair, chuckling.
She chuckles and sits down at the bar, ordering something to eat.
"Makes sense, fire magic and all that."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Correct. Actually, I'd say that look is as old as toy stores, although the phrase obviously isn't." He settles down behind the bar. "What can I do you for today, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I guess I’ll just train and prepare then, I’ve got nothing better to do, now that I’m free from the Valentine Sisters.” He says, sighing.
He orders them both something to drink, before asking “What is your favorite food? I never thought to ask.”
He shrugs “Are you really strong? I just want to spar a little some time.”
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"Are you free though?" He tilts his head, shifting back into his black mask, trenchcoat, and boots.
".. mn, pretzel's. Everyone says chips are the best but I like pretzels." She grins "What about you?"
"I guess but I don't want to hurt you." He explains.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Maybe you were given it by someone else?" She hypothesizes. "Most warriors, even ones fond of their weapons, don't have said weapons attached to them at all times."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Close enough to free, it doesn’t much matter at this point, as long as I’m away from them.”
He nods “I like toast, nothing complex, people say that’s a dumb answer, but it was a treat at the orphanage.”
“You won’t hurt me for long, you can heal me right?”
“Whatever it is, maybe I was destined to have this weapon, or maybe something else is the reason it is bond to me. Either way, I can’t seem to be table to remove it.”
The Herald's hands twitch, his frame becoming rigid. He tilts his head and sighs "I am going to go eat the bodies so I do not end up ripping you apart again."
"Toast is really good. I like potato bread toast, that one tastes the best." She nods.
"Mhm." He nods folding his arms.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She looks around the store for a moment, picking up a candied fruit- the kind of fruit being one she doesn't recognize. Then again, there's likely lots of things from this world she doesn't recognize. "What is this? It looks absolutely marvelous..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That does complicate things... Well, it seems like you can use its power pretty effectively. I doubt it was due to a curse or other ill intent." She sits in the grass, thinking.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Cut for Wendi*
He nods “I’ll be where you usually find me, see ya when we have another job.” He walks away.
“What’s potato bread toast?” He genuinely asks, curious to know, not having experienced many different foods in his lifetime.
“So there’s no issue right? Unless you care that much. Come on, right?” He says, slowly realizing he probably does care that much.
“Whatever the intent is, I’ll have to find those memories one way or another, thank you.” He sits down, sighing, the fatigue finally beginning to get to him.
He nods but before he can leave, The Herald suddenly wraps an arm around Grimes neck, pulling him back.
She looks in shock and stands up. She runs to the tavern kitchen, cackling as she digs around for a loaf and then brings it out.
"Mn, I just don't like hurting people I care about."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He grins. "We've all heard of dragonfruit, but have you heard of minosfruit? It's born from trees deep underground, where they thought they could keep the secret forever. It is said that the first tree sprouted at the site of Asterion Minos' birth, and its roots grow in maze-like patterns due to the footsteps of the First Minotaur. It has been a staple of dungeon folk for many centuries, you see. When I was but a young gnoll, I found one at a shop and plucked it, only for it to rot before I could show my parents. I scarcely believed such a fantastic memory real until I saw them again but last year. That is where I got that fruit in your hands. I quickly dried it and crystallized it in sugar to preserve it all this time, away from moisture or light. I only sell them around the holidays, because they are so rare and incredible. The reason they decay so quickly is that even the bacteria find them delicious. Even rotten, they contribute incredible probiotic health benefits. Don't take it if you have an infection, though. The results would likely be... nasty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels