03-19-2021, 06:43 PM
"The wooden giant and I are friendly," she replies to Crozar. "But it's not much of a conversationalist. And it doesn't usually travel beyond the shallow river with the fish with colorful peacock tails that splits the cavern in half. Not sure why and I never really thought to ask. It does its thing and I'm busy doing mine. Everyday something new happens. Either a new threat like the strange crows you just saw me dealing with or some new chaos imbued inanimate object coming to life. Just a week ago I had to deal with a pack of what I call , Were-Snails. Terrible creatures. They slime everything the come in contact with and after you've been slimed 3 times you become one of them! I lost my poor little pumpkin to a late night slimeing. With their hard shells the only real chance I have to defend myself is on account that they're so slow. I can spot them, finish working on my fields, and have a tea before they arrive to menace the farm."
When Ning suggests her accompanying them she pauses for a moment. She looks back at her tiny dilapidated hut and to the animated plow and says, "I had given up on escaping. But maybe it's time to try to make another attempt."
When Ning suggests her accompanying them she pauses for a moment. She looks back at her tiny dilapidated hut and to the animated plow and says, "I had given up on escaping. But maybe it's time to try to make another attempt."
