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TALIESIN: Okay!
SAM: Do you know Pumat Sol, by any chance?
ASHLY: Nott!
SAM: What?
TALIESIN: Is that a time of plant?
SAM: All right, then no. No, I just had to ask.
TALIESIN: I’ve actually already packed; I’ll go
get my things.
SAM: What?! Wait, what would we owe you for this?
LIAM: Do you require anything?
TALIESIN: I do; I may ask for it later.
SAM: Money?
LIAM: You’ll have it.
SUMALEE: Firbolgs do not need money.
LIAM: You’ll have it.
SAM: Tea?
TALIESIN: I like this one. I’ll go get my green
beetle armor.
SAM: What?
SUMALEE: (excited gasp) I have not come across a
firbolg with green beetle armor!
TALIESIN: Thank you. My sister made it; I’m very
proud of her.
MATT: It’s a chitinous-looking metal breastplate
that has a somewhat pearlescent turquoise
green-blue tint to it that seems to shift in the
light.
TALIESIN: I get a big, knotted, wet-looking stick
that is covered in lichen. The armor is also
covered in lichen. It’s a big growing, living wet
thing. It has a big purple amethyst rock at the
top of the staff. I get a little shield also made
out of beetle.
LIAM: Motherfucking druid.
MARISHA: (whispering) Fungal armor!
TALIESIN: (sighs) Give me a minute. Just going to
walk around once, take it in.
SAM: If the thing he needs from us is our blood or
something, shouldn’t we know that in advance? We
should find out what he wants from us before we
just blindly agree to this. What if he wants Keg?
LIAM: (whispering) We’ll figure that out.
SAM: Some sort of, like, concubine thing? I don’t
know! What if he’s creepy or freaky like that!
ASHLY: I’m kind of into that.
SAM: Really?
ASHLY: I’m not picky.
SAM: Wow.
MARISHA: Your blood– you got some to spare. You
can get more of it. That’s how your body works.
SAM: What?!
SUMALEE: He does not seem freaky to me at all. He
seems very nice. Like a normal firbolg.
SAM: (warily) Okay.
TALIESIN: All right. I’m ready to leave. This is
going to be a little much, but I think I can do
it. I’m ready.
MARISHA: Hey Clay? Did you bury Tyriel Colsala
here?