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Elsewhere with [@King Cosmos], [@CriticalHit], [@Old Amsterdam], [@ReusableSword], [@Lucius Cypher], and [@floodtalon][/center][hr]
The feverish rage that encompassed Digbie had faded when the <[b]Woodland Pick[sup][sup]TM[/sup][/sup][/b]> was picked up, and he was kind of relieved to see that. He held the pickaxe close to him as he watched the two goblins get away. Despite Crispy being a bit of a jerk to him in the past (well, if his memory served him well he was), this green skinned digger still felt kind of glad he got away. It was only because the two were still kind of siblings in some weird way. Otherwise, Crispy was a dick.

He wanted to save the goblin girl, though. She seemed really cool. Maybe she could fashion a good pick for him.

A few moments passed before Digbie's stomach churned a little in his gut, making a semi-audible sound. Ah yes, he was still kind of hungry. Thankfully, the charred rat he threw earlier wasn't completely gone. Digbie went up to the charred carcass of the rat and kicked a bit of dirt onto it, putting out the remaining flames it was covered in. After that, Digbie grabbed the beast's tail in one hand and pulled it as he followed the lizard who took charge. She seemed to have more of a level head than Mourningstar, since she actually said something somewhat sensible.

While he trailed behind the new lizard, Digbie tried his hardest to analyze the beast he was dragging, seeing if it was at all edible underneath the charred hide. At the very least, he wanted to try and inspect it for what he could see about it.

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+ <[b]Curved Rock[sup][sup]TM[/sup][/sup][/b]>
+ [u]<[b]Woodland Pick[sup][sup]TM[/sup][/sup][/b]>[/u]
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