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"Ho ho ho! Quite right!" said the old man.
The old man became greatly overjoyed at seeing this strange yet plucky young fellow regain both his strength and his lustre. It seemed that the herbs he used in his medicine worked wonders. Though he noticed that there were other wonders at work in this young fellow. Wonders that he only heard about in legends. With his limited knowledge of herbs and medicine it was obvious, even to this mysterious old man, that the young buck has had recently injested some demon toxin. How he survived, the old man had but one guess.
"Don't worry about me turning into some ghastly beast. Creatures in the real world have to go through sequential stages of metamorphosis over the course of somewhere between several days, weeks, even years. It all depends on the creature of course. I'm sure you've learned all this already in books and such? But I can tell, you're joking. You humans have this strange yet charming affinity for sarcasm." rambled the old man.
"Oh, my apologies young man. I was so busy rambling like a doddering old fool that I darn near forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lannärbrün Folfgar. But you can call me Lanny." said the old man.
"We are currently in my humble little abode not far from the dungeon in which I found you. Right in the middle of the woods themselves, amongst all this blessed nature." Lanny explained.
Without further ado, Lanny dove right into his question. It seemed that social graces escaped him when he felt fascinated by something.
"I have a question for you young man. One that I've been aching to ask you ever since I found you yesterday. Now tell me, how did you survive the demon toxin?" asked the old man. His tone seemed grave.
The old man became greatly overjoyed at seeing this strange yet plucky young fellow regain both his strength and his lustre. It seemed that the herbs he used in his medicine worked wonders. Though he noticed that there were other wonders at work in this young fellow. Wonders that he only heard about in legends. With his limited knowledge of herbs and medicine it was obvious, even to this mysterious old man, that the young buck has had recently injested some demon toxin. How he survived, the old man had but one guess.
"Don't worry about me turning into some ghastly beast. Creatures in the real world have to go through sequential stages of metamorphosis over the course of somewhere between several days, weeks, even years. It all depends on the creature of course. I'm sure you've learned all this already in books and such? But I can tell, you're joking. You humans have this strange yet charming affinity for sarcasm." rambled the old man.
"Oh, my apologies young man. I was so busy rambling like a doddering old fool that I darn near forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lannärbrün Folfgar. But you can call me Lanny." said the old man.
"We are currently in my humble little abode not far from the dungeon in which I found you. Right in the middle of the woods themselves, amongst all this blessed nature." Lanny explained.
Without further ado, Lanny dove right into his question. It seemed that social graces escaped him when he felt fascinated by something.
"I have a question for you young man. One that I've been aching to ask you ever since I found you yesterday. Now tell me, how did you survive the demon toxin?" asked the old man. His tone seemed grave.