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Call him on the weird magic medallion heck yeah

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[Normal people absolutely don't talk this way. Who wants to be eaten by monsters, after all? Aside from vore enthusiasts, of course, who are free to live their best lives. Still, he's nodding with a grin.]

Alright, worse than the plant-bears. What's the biggest, nastiest thing you've seen here yet?

[--Oh, wait, uhhh, an addendum:] Other than the giant fire snake, I mean. I don't think that one counts.

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[Lloyd Gets It.]

Here? Not much. Nothing like back home.

[He's been spared the worst of it, apparently.]

Maybe I should go on a hike and hunt something down.

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You must have some pretty wild stuff back home.

[Look, sometimes you just wanna grind EXP and the measly monsters near town aren't cutting it. He does look thoughtful at that for a second. Because... man, hunting something down seems so much more fun that standing here. Or, well, sitting on the grass and leaning against the wall. Whichever. But also the gate needs protecting.

....But also there's nothing to protect the gate from.]

I mean, hunting something would probably be doing more for the town than just sitting here... [Yeah, that's a good excuse. Solid. He nods, and shoves himself up from off the ground.] You want any help?