Jul 06, 2022 9:41 PM
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At your prodding, Glint elaborates on the story of the carnivorous grass. "Well, that part of the country's got a lot of strange plants about it. The patch of hungry grass we found was tall and healthy for its type - it might've looked out of place in a more mundane setting, but there it just looked cozy. Way I figure it, looking soft and springy was just the plant's way of getting prey to lie down and sleep on it. Then it slowly pokes into you with some kinda numbing poison. If Threllis hadn't forgotten to pee before he lay down, we might've all died in our sleep, nice and quiet-like. As it was, he wakes up with a full bladder, finds a buncha grass stalks stuck finger-width into his skin, and screams bloody murder. That woke me up, and as soon as I figure out what's going on, I go bear to rip free of the grass, then owl so's I can cut the rest loose without maulin' the poor sods. Lucky for us, the grass is only grabby when its prey ain't movin' much." 

On Sebastine: "Seems like it all started when a sinkhole swallowed half the town, including the old baron and a good chunk of his men. Looked to me like the river'd been undermining those buildings for a while, but the baron's son blamed the locals, somethin' somethin' sedition, unauthorized magics, what have you. Most of Adwell thought he was a prick to begin with, but when he ramped up the pressure to pay for rebuilding, that and the weakened guard made it pretty easy for Sebastine to show 'em what sedition really is. Guy sorta came out of nowhere - used to be a plasterer - but Adwell thinks he's the bees' knees." 

Glint's attention is largely occupied by your fellow clansfolk for the rest of the afternoon, but eventually all the tales are told. Most of the clan reluctantly departs to prepare a late dinner, leaving you alone with Glint. "Well, greenjay," your uncle muses, "want to give me a hand with these bandages?" 

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