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10-01-2014, 03:57 PM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face They follow her up, as expected. Among the forms that bob in and out of the cave with supplies are two who draw attention to themselves, the rest simply carrying on with their tasks without too many inquiries. The first, ever helpful Lena, receives a smile and a sly wink in exchange for her assistance and present drive to be helpful wherever she may. "Have fun!" she cheerfully says before turning back to her work of arranging piles and tidying the stacks of mushrooms. After a while, the figure of her newest crafter appears, surprise writ on her face as she exclaims about the glowing mushrooms. It earns a laugh that is quickly stifled as one of the mushrooms rolls out of alignment – becoming a scoff of business as she hurries over to realign it with its brethren. "Glowing mushrooms from the caverns," she says simply, a faint smile tracing her now partially glowing lips (and surely Grimmrot’s hoof glows slightly with the dust of the fungi, though she does not look), "they’re quite safe, even if eaten – so long as you think acting like a hallucinating moron is safe." The last is spoken with a cheekiness and the faintest of giggles, her spirits still high despite the business of the day and the foreboding events that she had witnessed below, the God’s warning words. Her next set of questions was expected – the Lady smiles genially and points over to a corner with her horn. "You’ll find a carved stone basin there, with the bones resting inside," she says with a cordial nod, tossing her dark hair misplaced by the gesture out of golden and twinkling eyes, "there is a stream not but a few jaunts to the east of the tents." |
