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>>5254188>>5254194A new(?) mo- I mean face is with Lost Hope, trailing at a safe distance. He mumbles to himself...
"Heehee, it worked... I'm finally a my old species again...! Now then."
His vibes are absolutely rancid. So rancid that they weaken the plants concealing him.
"What do we have here?"
He looks around the undergrowth, emerging from some brush after slicing through with an Iron Thorn.
"Makes me wish I was a grazer."