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[scythedance]

[You know, Astralin has tablets back at home. He KNOWS how to use them, despite being a farm hand. This tablet was no different.

Or maybe it was.

Fellow Chosen, you may be getting multiple pictures of cows, chickens, piglets, chocobos, a frozen morbol coming your way. Accidents certainly happen, and he meant to be sending these pictures to his friends, but... He accidentally hit the send all button, and there's nothing he can do about it now.

So, enjoy those pictures of multiple animals in different angles.]

Comments

[scythedance]

I will keep that in mind. I do not think gloves will help in that instance, but I will use my scythe to rid of any seeds I find when I do my search.

[Why does this creature smell so bad!!]

Would you like me to bring you back any specimens? You are also free to examine the morbol at my farm, if you would like. Although, it is... Very dead.

Just don't be that one cook from the future who makes a niche alcohol out of the seed...

[beshackled]

I would not dream of keeping a living morbol in an area like this.

[It's far too aggressive. A danger to any animal and more than a few plants should they be doused by its 'breath'.]

A controlled burn of the flora is the usual manner of disposing their bodies, and it would be best not to be downwind of any smoke he fire generates. While the effects of its poison do not last indefinitely, they are still... on the intense side.

that's one hell of an alcohol

[scythedance]

Fire... Unfortunately, I do not wield any fire abilities, so I will have to call on someone who does.

But ah... I will keep in mind the poison as well. I am a healer of sorts, so if that person is caught in the cross fire I will attempt to heal them of any ailments. But you have been a big help, Erichthonios. Thank you.

Emphasis on the hell, I'm sure

[beshackled]

'Tis no trouble.