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Level 5 - Noble Minion of Scribbling
‘You are freed from all cares brothers and sisters! All worries! All need to toil and labour for the baron's taxes, in the guild's fields and for the peddler's wares! All the drink you could ever need!'
Final words of an extremely drunk hedge conjurer by name of Oates Greenlock.
If you need bait in a hurry and the ogres won't get out of the way, you need the Chum Bucket
'A demonic plant? Don't be daft, go research something useful to society.'
'But-but the p-plant! It's evil! It must be destroyed!'
'Now the flowers bloom all year round thanks to the most holy Spirit of Urban flora. It just takes a little blood.'