After a couple of minutes, the struggle comes out of the post office, sighing and wiping off his glasses. He goes back to the place and begins to move his stand/cart once more. He sees Harlow and stops, quickly mixing an ice-cold cola and walking over. "Hey, pal. Thirsty?"
"No. I do not like bubbling drinks like soda or seltzer. The carbonated bubbles feel horrible." He said, tilting his head.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He lets his feet rest in the running water, too short to wade in himself without drowning. "So what's with the fish blood? You a researcher or sumn'?" He's very calm and casual, not standoffish in the slightest.
"Yes." He replies and sets the vials into his case, making sure to secure them "I am researching a cure for diseases and cancer so they are more affordable to the public."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He lets his feet rest in the running water, too short to wade in himself without drowning. "So what's with the fish blood? You a researcher or sumn'?" He's very calm and casual, not standoffish in the slightest.
"Yes." He replies and sets the vials into his case, making sure to secure them "I am researching a cure for diseases and cancer so they are more affordable to the public."
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' suffin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He lets his feet rest in the running water, too short to wade in himself without drowning. "So what's with the fish blood? You a researcher or sumn'?" He's very calm and casual, not standoffish in the slightest.
"Yes." He replies and sets the vials into his case, making sure to secure them "I am researching a cure for diseases and cancer so they are more affordable to the public."
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' suffin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' sufferin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
"Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice t'meetcha. I sell sodas an' ice cream. I make em' myself, as my ancestors have learned and innovated on for cent'ries. Not the ice cream. Dats a different family's thing. But I managed just fine, I think."
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' sufferin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
"Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice t'meetcha. I sell sodas an' ice cream. I make em' myself, as my ancestors have learned and innovated on for cent'ries. Not the ice cream. Dats a different family's thing. But I managed just fine, I think."
"Mn, making rootbeer floats is something that is profitable?" He asks, his tone rather dull
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' sufferin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
"Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice t'meetcha. I sell sodas an' ice cream. I make em' myself, as my ancestors have learned and innovated on for cent'ries. Not the ice cream. Dats a different family's thing. But I managed just fine, I think."
"Mn, making rootbeer floats is something that is profitable?" He asks, his tone rather dull
"Not profitable enough. I have to send money back to my family back on Honkachu, and I'm paying protection money to a guild that is way too far away for me to even go to on foot, so I have to send both through mail which costs even more gold."
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' sufferin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
"Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice t'meetcha. I sell sodas an' ice cream. I make em' myself, as my ancestors have learned and innovated on for cent'ries. Not the ice cream. Dats a different family's thing. But I managed just fine, I think."
"Mn, making rootbeer floats is something that is profitable?" He asks, his tone rather dull
"Not profitable enough. I have to send money back to my family back on Honkachu, and I'm paying protection money to a guild that is way too far away for me to even go to on foot, so I have to send both through mail which costs even more gold."
He hums in agreement, rolling his shoulder. "Perhaps go there, kill the gang, and then you and others won't have to deal with it anymore." He says, sounding completely serious.
"Not profitable enough. I have to send money back to my family back on Honkachu, and I'm paying protection money to a guild that is way too far away for me to even go to on foot, so I have to send both through mail which costs even more gold."
He hums in agreement, rolling his shoulder. "Perhaps go there, kill the gang, and then you and others won't have to deal with it anymore." He says, sounding completely serious.
"Heh. Think I haven't thought of that? They taught me every dirty trick I know. I'd die for sure, and they probably won't have a single loss. I used to work for them as a bookie. Occasionally they sent me to collect racket money. For a long time I thought that as long as I wasn't committing the heinous crimes, I wasn't really doing anything wrong. But eventually, I couldn't stomach it, and I left. Tried to sabotage as much as I could before I left. Didn't do much."
"Not profitable enough. I have to send money back to my family back on Honkachu, and I'm paying protection money to a guild that is way too far away for me to even go to on foot, so I have to send both through mail which costs even more gold."
He hums in agreement, rolling his shoulder. "Perhaps go there, kill the gang, and then you and others won't have to deal with it anymore." He says, sounding completely serious.
"Heh. Think I haven't thought of that? They taught me every dirty trick I know. I'd die for sure, and they probably won't have a single loss. I used to work for them as a bookie. Occasionally they sent me to collect racket money. For a long time I thought that as long as I wasn't committing the heinous crimes, I wasn't really doing anything wrong. But eventually, I couldn't stomach it, and I left. Tried to sabotage as much as I could before I left. Didn't do much."
"There are folks out there that they won't know how to fight against." He said "Perhaps an assassin to do it."
"Heh. Think I haven't thought of that? They taught me every dirty trick I know. I'd die for sure, and they probably won't have a single loss. I used to work for them as a bookie. Occasionally they sent me to collect racket money. For a long time I thought that as long as I wasn't committing the heinous crimes, I wasn't really doing anything wrong. But eventually, I couldn't stomach it, and I left. Tried to sabotage as much as I could before I left. Didn't do much."
"There are folks out there that they won't know how to fight against." He said "Perhaps an assassin to do it."
He taps his bottle with his claws. "Hm. Not a bad idea, except that if they'll work for money they'll almost assuredly turn on me." He takes off his glove, revealing the mark of the Xanathar Guild branded onto the back of his left hand. "I barely have any cash as it is anyway." He puts his glove back on.
"Heh. Think I haven't thought of that? They taught me every dirty trick I know. I'd die for sure, and they probably won't have a single loss. I used to work for them as a bookie. Occasionally they sent me to collect racket money. For a long time I thought that as long as I wasn't committing the heinous crimes, I wasn't really doing anything wrong. But eventually, I couldn't stomach it, and I left. Tried to sabotage as much as I could before I left. Didn't do much."
"There are folks out there that they won't know how to fight against." He said "Perhaps an assassin to do it."
He taps his bottle with his claws. "Hm. Not a bad idea, except that if they'll work for money they'll almost assuredly turn on me." He takes off his glove, revealing the mark of the Xanathar Guild branded onto the back of his left hand. "I barely have any cash as it is anyway." He puts his glove back on.
Harlow picks up a stone from the river, holding it in his hand before, before them both, it turns into a solid thing of platinum. He hands it to them and turns back to the fish.
He taps his bottle with his claws. "Hm. Not a bad idea, except that if they'll work for money they'll almost assuredly turn on me." He takes off his glove, revealing the mark of the Xanathar Guild branded onto the back of his left hand. "I barely have any cash as it is anyway." He puts his glove back on.
Harlow picks up a stone from the river, holding it in his hand before, before them both, it turns into a solid thing of platinum. He hands it to them and turns back to the fish.
He flinches and takes it. "Is this real? Like, this isn't going to curse me, right?"
He taps his bottle with his claws. "Hm. Not a bad idea, except that if they'll work for money they'll almost assuredly turn on me." He takes off his glove, revealing the mark of the Xanathar Guild branded onto the back of his left hand. "I barely have any cash as it is anyway." He puts his glove back on.
Harlow picks up a stone from the river, holding it in his hand before, before them both, it turns into a solid thing of platinum. He hands it to them and turns back to the fish.
He flinches and takes it. "Is this real? Like, this isn't going to curse me, right?"
"No. It's transmutation magic. Conjuration and Evocation are usually my forte." He raises his brows.
"Spend it whenever you like. It is not a timed spell, it will last forever." He shrugs, scratching the stubble on his chin.
He stares, then looks back at the lump of metal and curses softly in awe and wonder. "Thanks, pal. I literally can't repay you, so I guess I'll just get that damn beholder killed, huh?"
"Spend it whenever you like. It is not a timed spell, it will last forever." He shrugs, scratching the stubble on his chin.
He stares, then looks back at the lump of metal and curses softly in awe and wonder. "Thanks, pal. I literally can't repay you, so I guess I'll just get that damn beholder killed, huh?"
"Do that. When you kill it, bring it back to me please." He said "I would like to examine it. Haven't seen many up close and they offer differ from one another."
He stares, then looks back at the lump of metal and curses softly in awe and wonder. "Thanks, pal. I literally can't repay you, so I guess I'll just get that damn beholder killed, huh?"
"Do that. When you kill it, bring it back to me please." He said "I would like to examine it. Haven't seen many up close and they offer differ from one another."
"'Course. I got no use for it." He stands up. "You wan' some ice cream? I got gelato and sherbet, too, and a whole ton a' toppins. Least I can do."
He stares, then looks back at the lump of metal and curses softly in awe and wonder. "Thanks, pal. I literally can't repay you, so I guess I'll just get that damn beholder killed, huh?"
"Do that. When you kill it, bring it back to me please." He said "I would like to examine it. Haven't seen many up close and they offer differ from one another."
"'Course. I got no use for it." He stands up. "You wan' some ice cream? I got gelato and sherbet, too, and a whole ton a' toppins. Least I can do."
"Do you have cotton candy?" He asks, standing up.
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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
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"Yes." He replies and sets the vials into his case, making sure to secure them "I am researching a cure for diseases and cancer so they are more affordable to the public."
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
"Sounds like world changin' stuff, brother." He takes a sip of the soda. "A lotta people don't like change, even for da betta. Mosta them losers profit offa peoples' suffin', ya' know?" He drags his claw around the mouth of the bottle. "It's a crazy world we live in."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Unfortunately so." He said, he fixes his lab coat, smoothing out the front "What is your name?"
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
"Aldo Syrupsoft. Nice t'meetcha. I sell sodas an' ice cream. I make em' myself, as my ancestors have learned and innovated on for cent'ries. Not the ice cream. Dats a different family's thing. But I managed just fine, I think."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, making rootbeer floats is something that is profitable?" He asks, his tone rather dull
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
"Not profitable enough. I have to send money back to my family back on Honkachu, and I'm paying protection money to a guild that is way too far away for me to even go to on foot, so I have to send both through mail which costs even more gold."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He hums in agreement, rolling his shoulder. "Perhaps go there, kill the gang, and then you and others won't have to deal with it anymore." He says, sounding completely serious.
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
"Heh. Think I haven't thought of that? They taught me every dirty trick I know. I'd die for sure, and they probably won't have a single loss. I used to work for them as a bookie. Occasionally they sent me to collect racket money. For a long time I thought that as long as I wasn't committing the heinous crimes, I wasn't really doing anything wrong. But eventually, I couldn't stomach it, and I left. Tried to sabotage as much as I could before I left. Didn't do much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"There are folks out there that they won't know how to fight against." He said "Perhaps an assassin to do it."
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 taps his bottle with his claws. "Hm. Not a bad idea, except that if they'll work for money they'll almost assuredly turn on me." He takes off his glove, revealing the mark of the Xanathar Guild branded onto the back of his left hand. "I barely have any cash as it is anyway." He puts his glove back on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Harlow picks up a stone from the river, holding it in his hand before, before them both, it turns into a solid thing of platinum. He hands it to them and turns back to the fish.
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 flinches and takes it. "Is this real? Like, this isn't going to curse me, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No. It's transmutation magic. Conjuration and Evocation are usually my forte." He raises his brows.
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
"So... I guess I better spend it quick, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Spend it whenever you like. It is not a timed spell, it will last forever." He shrugs, scratching the stubble on his chin.
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 stares, then looks back at the lump of metal and curses softly in awe and wonder. "Thanks, pal. I literally can't repay you, so I guess I'll just get that damn beholder killed, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Do that. When you kill it, bring it back to me please." He said "I would like to examine it. Haven't seen many up close and they offer differ from one another."
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
"'Course. I got no use for it." He stands up. "You wan' some ice cream? I got gelato and sherbet, too, and a whole ton a' toppins. Least I can do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gasp*
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
"Do you have cotton candy?" He asks, standing up.
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