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Survivor

For the making of godly nectars!

T'would never grace a hall in Valhalla.

A felled metal steed.

Wrecked Bicycle

'Twas pillaged long ago.

Broken Carriage

'Twas the site of a vicious raid.

Dilapidated Cathedral

It hath fallen.

Dilapidated Chimney

Nothing of value remains.

Dilapidated Chimney

The time is nigh!

The time is nigh!

Dilapidated Clocktower

Pillaged. But by what?

Dilapidated House

If only they'd had a warrior to fight for them.

Dilapidated House

What foul being caused such destruction?

Dilapidated House

It once led to adventure. Alas, no more.

Dilapidated Door

It offers no sanctuary.

Dilapidated Roof

'Twas left by cities past.

Tis sealed away from prying eyes and prying hands.

Tis a most delicious fish!

A feast from the sea.

Twill make the meat even more divine.

Tis the salt of the earth.

An ally to meat!

'Tis ready to be pillaged!

I shall put thee to good use.

Nectar of the gods.

For pillaging from the trees.

Tree Tapping Kit

'Twill never again grow to its former glory.

Alas, the nectar 'tis no longer sweet!

Baby non-meats.

'Tis a weapon of beastly slaughter!

Slaughter Tools

It contains the flavoring!

Spice for the fanciest of foods.

Thine growing taketh too long!

'Tis a flavoring sprig.

The nectar of the gods dwells within.

It has been chopped.

It hath been fouled by tiny beasts!

I've no patience for thee, sap!

I have acquired the nectar!

It hath been wounded!

You would make a most honorable warrior.

Your liege.

Swamp Pig Elder

It slumbers soundly.

Swamp Pig Elder

Lodgings of mine enemy.

Laid to ruin.

Nectar of the gods, for the gods.

Will this not anger the gods?

It boasts reddest guts, yet 'tis not meat!

Roast Toma Root

'Tis a handful of seeds, for not-meat.

Prepare to barter!

Sammy The Lucid Bog Merm

'Tis a jaunty-hatted beast.

Pipton The Cognizant Bog Merm