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“With the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD and BUSHGROSSMUTTER DECANTER now taken care of, we need only fetch the scrapings of DUNGEON RESIDUE and strand of LESHY’S BEARD HAIR. ” Your master ruminates, a hand on her chin as she paces the length of her room.
“The DUNGEON RESIDUE ought to be easy. The DEMON KING left us a wealth of scars across the sea to open anew, a bric-à-brac of dungeons all across the grass to scour. We’ll need to get residue from the very bottom of the dungeon for quality’s sake, but that should prove little trouble.” The witch casts a glance to the blunderbuss on her wall. “It’s been hundreds and hundreds of years since one has run wet with blood. The monsters have fled, the traps have been set off, the demon lords are dead. We’ll trawl through like the adventurers of old without a quarter of the hassle.”
“The strand of LESHY BEARD HAIR will be problematic–gods, especially the chthonic ones, are bastard tricksters at best and clerical fascists at worst. LESHY, in particular, is unpredictable.” Her eyes grow dark with bitter familiarity. “We’ll have to set out for a nice, open, empty spot in the sea to pray and we’ll have to cross our fingers that he’s in a half-decent mood. But who knows what kind of awful trial he’ll put us through for that strand? Something embarrassing, most likely. I suppose it doesn’t matter which one we pursue first, but still.. what do you think? Snuff? ..Snuff? Snuff, are you listening to me?”
“U-uh. Yes, my lady.” You choke out as you put down the cool chicken you were admiring. “U-uh.. yes! Yes, I think, maybe..”
>The magic residue off a dungeon next.
>The supplication to LESHY for his beard hair.
>Write-In.
