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"Yes, I think you have some labelling issues, or perhaps your ale supplier has not been paid. What is left should be safe, but Rickle is right, the incense maybe does not travel well," Wysteria says, discreetly glancing at where the last of the rats' remains were dumped in the harbour.

"Well, no, I wouldn't eat it, but all I need is sunlight. And occasionally some fertilizer. A few well-ripened rodents or fish, perhaps," Wysteria says as she smiles at the memory of a delightful rotting trout she had once in Taldor.

"So, I think we can mark this as safe, no? And what was next, incense?"

I forgot about Reactions earlier. Thanks for the reminder, Rickle!

Reaction: Clarence is damaged by a critical hit:

Reaction: Clarence is damaged by a non-critical hit doing at least five points:

Wysteria takes a step backwards in preparation for a possible lizard explosion from the huge crate. "Careful, I did hear something moving inside. I think they are waiting for us."

"Antarita!" she mutters, narrowing her eyes as a glowing shield of force glimmers into existence between Clarence and whatever might come out of the crate...

Wysteria is using the Amped Psychic version of the Shield cantrip to put a three-layer barrier in front of Clarence, in case something lashes out at him. Spending one focus point.

Wysteria leans back, removing her hand from the water bowl and allowing the remnants of the liquid to absorb into her cuticle. "Considering the... eclectic nature of the trade that passes through this port, may we view the manifests for these shipments prior to our examination? It may help us detect any unexpected contents, I think."

"And Clarence, you may have my ale, should we be offered any. Enjoy," she says as she gently inclines her head towards the warrior.

A tall and very thin creature sways through the doorway, bowing slightly to pass through. She has colourful skin and a bright spray of what look like petals surrounding her head like a rainbow crown. After a brief scan of the room, she joins the other apparent adventurers at the table, declining the offer of biscuits and coffee with a raised hand and a polite smile. "Just water, please. In a bowl?"

"I am sorry for my tardiness. I was enjoying the sunshine on my walk and became distracted by a lovely vine-covered wall not far from here. I am Wysteria, called by some the Reaper of Flowers. May I join you?"

She removes a wicked-looking scythe slung across her back and leans it against a nearby wall, gently descending into the unoccupied chair.

"Ah, and this is Rivulet. He is currently frozen," she says as she places a fist-sized lump of bluish crystal on the table.

Snicker pauses on the verge of launching herself towards the second leech, recoiling as the second wave of leech-guts-stink hits her nose. "Is that all of them? I don't hear any more. They really do smell worse on the inside!"

She freezes, snout held high and ears perked, but no more hirudinea make themselves known...

Snicker relaxes, resuming her unassuming stance and helping prepare dinner over the next few hours. As the group returns to Hyrantam, she resolves to pay a visit to Fliptown herself, hoping to try more Grippli cuisine and maybe pick up a few coins in some dice games...

Snicker straightens up and lifts her snout, sniffing the air. "I don't smell anyone too nearby, except us. Does anyone need to do any morning preparations, or should we just have breakfast and get moving?"

Not really waiting for an answer, Snicker digs some sweetbuns out of her pack and starts munching as she does her morning stretches.