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Has a considerably larger beak than I'm used to.
Appears to have a fixation on the berries.
Pockets of victuals.
Smells faintly of chamomile.
I calculate it's been infused with dark fuel.
Absolutely inspiring! A scent converter!
Based on past experience, I hope I do not have to consume this.
A useful tool for acquiring minerals.
Theoretically, he's a rogue of some sort.
Symbolic head wear that is respected by the porcine population.
Theoretically, it's dead.
Intriguing! Pigeons flock to urban centers here as well.
Currently in a dormant state.
A pig of the paranormal persuasion!
A fascinating display of aggressive behavior.
An epiphany in transporting technology.
Fascinating. The fire hasn't affected its components.
It appears to be a conduit for dark forces.
Retains its structure amazingly well.
How many porcine people fit in there?
That house has been built at an alarmingly obtuse angle.
Fascinating! They think they're hiding.
In theory that home is done for.
The humble home of a domesticated pig.
Excellent! I love to watch things combust.
An excellent example of agricultural architecture.
An excellent blaze! Full of thermodynamic energy!
I wonder if they are up to any digging in there?
From his demeanor I can surmise he's an influential pig, keen on trade.
A shame. They are good at menial work.
Excellent. I now have a laborer I can put to work.
Interesting. They have acquired a rudimentary level of speech.
An exceptionally aggressive variant of those humanoid pigs.
Amazing! This world's celestial satellite is influential on its terrestrial inhabitants!
Presumably, he is a trustworthy fellow.
I assumed he was a snorer, but this is not the case. Strange...
An example of the fine citizenry of this town.
I would like to ask her what she's dreaming of.
I do wish to chat with him about the history of this area.
Evidently, he has no where else to sleep.
Frustratingly reluctant to answer my questions about her curious wares.
Presumably, she doesn't have a better place to sleep.
Cultivated a fondness for grasses. Can't say I blame him.
Perhaps he prefers to sleep beneath the stars?
Evidence would suggest she's a gardener herself.
Presumably her house is under repair.
Evidence would suggest she is happy about something.
Does she ever take off her hat?
Willing to trade in canine cuspids and arthropod stingers.
Why is he sleeping out here? Curious...