[The gossip is hardly coherent enough to be intelligible, much less credible, but there's no being picky when hunting down scattered Volkran cohorts. They hide just as easily in plain sight as in hovels, as in the jungle.
That one should be kicking up swamp spores in Murkwell Hollow is easy to believe - Takasugi is suspicious of this tip's validity for exactly that reason.
Someone's been splashing around, stirring up the monsters. Makes it hard to pass through.
Having followed the tavern gripe to the rancid marsh, Takasugi follows the erratic sounds of the bog, set on finding nothing but a smog covered sunrise.
What he comes upon is something equally bright, but more of a beacon of stupidity than beauty. Solomon's a surprising sight in the pit of Wyver, Takasugi had thought he'd been dragging the man metaphorically kicking and screaming into filth. Yet here he is, submerging himself in it willingly.
A white suit's no good if its surrounded by other pristine cuts, apparently. It's meant to be ostentatious. An excuse to complain.
The waters around them gurgle, something perturbed slithering beneath, but yet to surface.] Oi, oi, they told me if I came out here I'd find a Shaman.
Did you enjoy the blood so much you went and joined them?
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That one should be kicking up swamp spores in Murkwell Hollow is easy to believe - Takasugi is suspicious of this tip's validity for exactly that reason.
Someone's been splashing around, stirring up the monsters. Makes it hard to pass through.
Having followed the tavern gripe to the rancid marsh, Takasugi follows the erratic sounds of the bog, set on finding nothing but a smog covered sunrise.
What he comes upon is something equally bright, but more of a beacon of stupidity than beauty. Solomon's a surprising sight in the pit of Wyver, Takasugi had thought he'd been dragging the man metaphorically kicking and screaming into filth. Yet here he is, submerging himself in it willingly.
A white suit's no good if its surrounded by other pristine cuts, apparently. It's meant to be ostentatious.
An excuse to complain.The waters around them gurgle, something perturbed slithering beneath, but yet to surface.] Oi, oi, they told me if I came out here I'd find a Shaman.
Did you enjoy the blood so much you went and joined them?