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Survivor

Hyuyu! Fresh from the source.

I'd ask hircine, but I think it's Capricorn.

Mortals have lots of different cooking things.

We need to build that, yes indeed.

Mortals cook stuff on it.

We need to build that, yes indeed.

To turn the soil, row by row.

I wish to pry into hidden supplies.

No gate can stop a sneaky imp!

If it were raining I could sing!

If it were raining I could sing!

Small Streetlight

I do enjoy this mortal chore.

Looks a bit run-down.

Anything fun inside?

Mind if I take a little peek?

There's morel where that came from, hyuyu!

A mushroom metropolis!

It's been picked clean.

You'll see no tears from my eye. I cannot cry!

Cooked, but not into a dish.

Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.

It's a thing mortals cook with.

We need to build that, yes indeed.

A wall, a wall, so very tall.

I could draw a little moustache on it when no one's looking.

Gnaw Worshipper

This one's already got a beard.

Gnaw Worshipper

How disappointing, it's all dried up.

This way to the park!

Let me out! Hyuyu, just kidding.

Nothing fun to find here.

There's probably nothing fun inside.

What a funny creature!

Oh goodness, oh gracious.

I've heard they make good pie.

Sleep and dream, little wing.

Are there any souls on the menu?

It's very salty water.

A way out or in, depending who you are.

Ancient Gateway

Hyuyu! Let us hop away!

Mortals don't like it when you burn the things inside.

Mortals like this in all its forms. Will a wyrm?

Cooked, but not into a dish.

Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.

You can hang a pot on it.

We need to build that, yes indeed.

A little vessel for mortal food.

Mortals don't like raw tree insides.

Yuck, muck.

Cycles spinning round and round. Bicycles double the spinning!

Wrecked Bicycle

Which squeaky wheel will get the grease?

Broken Carriage