[ Xenk shakes his head. Ah, Astarion. When will you embrace your inner kindness and admit you like helping people. For Xenk, it's about that—plus the benefit of a job well done. It just feels good! But any reason is a good reason to do the right thing, so he won't complain and will instead get to work.
Sure enough, Xenk pulls out his dagger from his sword and steps over to one of the corpses. The gland for the right kind of slime should be... somewhere around here. Good thing he paid close attention to the explanation.
He'll really just work like this, hope Astarion doesn't mind watching him gut a weird slug. The noises are... not pleasant. It's a very sticky process. Frankly, it's pretty gross. ]
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Sure enough, Xenk pulls out his dagger from his sword and steps over to one of the corpses. The gland for the right kind of slime should be... somewhere around here. Good thing he paid close attention to the explanation.
He'll really just work like this, hope Astarion doesn't mind watching him gut a weird slug. The noises are... not pleasant. It's a very sticky process. Frankly, it's pretty gross. ]