Oh yes, silly me, addressing the person walking past me in a flesh tomb and not knowing that all he would offer was an insult to my tree and the refusal to give his name.
...Actually, I'm supposed to see the future, so it probably is my bad. Left my tea leaves outside the flesh tomb.
[Urgle uproots itself from the ground and Viridi hops up and seats herself on its barky fists.]
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...Actually, I'm supposed to see the future, so it probably is my bad. Left my tea leaves outside the flesh tomb.
[Urgle uproots itself from the ground and Viridi hops up and seats herself on its barky fists.]
We will be looking for an exit. Obviously.