[center][h3][i]--- Springwood Forest Outskirts  --- [/i][/h3]
[i]Late Morning / Early Midday[/i]
[@Xaltwind][@Dragonydas][@Zeroth]

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How perplexing, a herbalist that held a disdain towards lettuce. He pegged her for someone that would've liked all manner of greens. However, a meat pie? Well, that was something he would not be able to make for quite some time. It's not like they have the wheat milled nor did they have milk, eggs, fat, or any of the ingredients needed to make the crust. It was something to look forward to then! [color=0072bc]"Well, when we have the stuff to make it then you'll be the first to get a slice!"[/color] The dwarf said with a big grin as his little legs carried him forward. 

However, the group stopped when something green sloshed out of the bushes, something jiggly and glistened in the late morning light. [color=0072bc]"Oho, indeed a slime. Funny little things they are. One moment they are sluggish and the next thing you know you have one going for the head, especially this kind."[/color] There were many a time when he came across this sort of slime during his adventures. Now the first thing one would think of when looking at a slime is indifference, or even think that it is pathetic. Brom? He wanted to know what they tasted like and had caught many a slime before with varying degrees of success. Varying the operative word. Slimes are sticky and get everywhere and sometimes if one forgets to wash their hands then it can get to places... It was best not to dwell on that. 

[color=0072bc]"Don't make any sudden movements."[/color] Slowly, Brom walked over to the woodpile and grabbed a particularly large piece before gently tossing it towards the slime to act as bait, hoping that it would go for the path of least resistance. If it distracted the slime, Brom would gently slip his backpack off and detach the cast iron pot and lid before circling behind it where it was hopefully consuming the piece of wood without a care in the world. It was capable of having a care.  

With a glint in his eyes, the hand holding the big pot would swoop down with the aim to scoop up the slime while using the lid to push the slime into the pot and then close it in one clean motion. Surely nothing could go wrong.