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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3635580" data-attributes="member: 11760">"Oh, you!" the kobold giggles. After a moment, he becomes aware of the awkward silence and the Bridgers staring at him with a mixture of bemusement and horror. "So, what brings you all out here? And may I be of any help?""We're goin' in there to kill things that's already dead," Emus says, hooking his thumb over his shoulder at the abbey behind him. "How long have you been wandering around here? Have you seen anythin' goin' on in there?""Um," the kobold hums as he thinks, holding a finger to his mouth, "Not that I remember! This place does give me a very bad feeling, though! I would feel much better if you all didn't go in!""We'll not only go in there, but crawl into the maw of evil and shut it down forever," Emmerson says emphatically. "If you want to be safe, I recommend that you leave the premises until we complete our task ... I'm sorry, what is your name?""You can call me Flower," the kobold answers shyly. "And I'm out here gathering fungus at the behest of Heath Leach, the apothecary of Maidensbridge. And I don't want to leave. And neither does Dinky."At the mention of Dinky's name, a nearby bush begins to flail and growl."If you're going to go in there, you could need our help!" Flower continues, oblivious to the fit the nearby flora seems to be experiencing. Bufer and Hazel exchange frowns at the mention of Heath Leach's name. The gnome raises his eyebrows quizzically, to which Hazel shakes her head slightly in response. While it wasn't unheard of to trade with the Green Mountain Kobolds in Midwood --even Tosh's father had done so on occasion, albeit always through a carefully chosen neutral intermediary -- the elder Leach had never mentioned to either of them that he apparently had one in his employ."Not that we don't appreciate the offer, and all," Bufer says uncertainly, "But, well, not to put too fine a point on it, but are you sure that's wise? I mean, don't get me wrong, but if it got back to your people that you -- and, uh, your bush -- were helping out a stinking gnome an' his friends, particularly this stinkin' gnome, as I'm led to understand I got a bit of a reputation with your kin ...""Yurrabbos' stony garters!" Vonmora explodes. She turns to Emus. "Does he ever stop with the 'blah blah blah' and come to the point?""Eventually," Emus shrugs."The point," Bufer continues, louder and more emphatically, "The point being that ain't it bound to go pear-shaped on you if your kin get wind of you helping us?""Pear-shaped, perhaps," Flower murmurs. "Is there a fruit shape that describes when two things no longer speak? My kin is the whole of the wood. And certain others!""And what's a Dinky?" Hazel asks, eyeing the snarling and thrashing bush dubiously."Must be some local type of flailing shrub," Emmerson mutters."Dinky, come here, boy!" Flower chirps.A festering and pus-oozing rat creature finally frees itself from the bush and wobbles over to everyone, drooling and panting the whole way."There's my baby! There he is! There's a good boy!" Flower squeals, kneeling and nuzzling. Dinky seems to enjoy the attention and the kobold is completely oblivious to the group's horrified reactions.Emmerson blinks in confusion before finally tearing his eyes away from the disgusting Dinky and the grotesque spectacle of Flower cuddling a creature that looks half-dead and almost certainly disease-laden."Flower, I must warn you that we're here to cleanse the abbey and the abbey might strike back. If you want to come with us, stay close, keep your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary and be ready to react without warning.""We will be accompanying you," the kobold insists."Bufer," Emmerson says, sighing despairingly, "Let's pass around the aspergillums and have the holy water at the ready. Are we ready to go in?""Good Garl, I think I liked it better when I thought it was a flailing bush," Bufer mutters, still eyeing the albino dire rat.</blockquote>

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