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Ezren relays this information on to the party.
Ezren also casts detect magic. He then uses his foot to nudge and inspect the goblin's corpse.
Welcome back, Espri.
"Ahh! Someone kill this knee-nibbler!"
Ezren whispers: "Take this, you ugly mutt!"
Remaining quiet, Ezren believes that Vermin's lead has been good so far. He will continue to follow Vermin. He is ready in case combat ensues.
"Seems I should put my armor on before heading into this twisted mess of weeds."
Like, Myrielle, Ezren was mostly quiet along the journey as well - only to have the slightest giggle when she would trip or stub a toe...that is...until he fell down completely himself. At that point, his mood dampened completely. The metaphorical glass went from half empty directly to empty. From then on, he joined with Myrielle in a quiet duet of whispered curses.
"Good. We're getting closer to this confounded place."
"I have no dealings with the woods or nature. I'll take your word on it. Lead on."
Before Aiden can grab his backpack and set out down the road, an elderly, finely dressed man with white hair and beard walks in and tells Aiden: "Boy, you have been summoned to Magnimar. There is urgent news about your mother. No time to argue. I'm here to take your place in this mission. Now off with you." Aiden, having been worried about his mother's health condition for some time, asks no questions and bolts out the door. The elderly man looks at the group and says: "Well...looks like you all are stuck with an old grouch now. I've seen that look from Ms. Sheila before. She's ready for us to leave. Come now, you all can fill me in on the way...wherever it is we are going." With that, Ezren lets out a little laugh and steps out onto the porch and mumbles: "I'm getting too old for this."
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