Interacting with [@Martian] [@SleepingSilence]

After hearing his furry friend’s explanation, Spore looked at him with two large, unblinking eyes. [color=ec008c]“If… you… say… so…”[/color] It slowly pulled itself away from the wall. The Spore that Speaks wasn’t something that trusted so easily. Due to its nature it preferred to keep to itself yet the lesser demon somehow managed to prove its trustworthiness to the myconid. Perhaps it was due to their common interest of different types of fungus or the fact that Dylirius didn’t really care whether he got paralyzed or not.

It slowly shuffled its way forward, eyes darting around, obviously still alert.[color=ec008c] “Please… give… warning…next…time…”[/color] said the jittery myconid. It moved past Dylirius and started to tend towards the newly grown garden, making sure each part of the fallen dungeon dwellers and invaders were home to different types of fauna.

It was minding its own business when the sound of talking was heard. Turning around The Spore that Speaks could see Dylirius talking to something, or someone. Shuffling around a little bit it could see the source of the unfamiliar voice. It was  a rather tall, green looking frog thing. One of the creatures who live in flooded parts of the Everdark. It looked quite tall and imposing with its build and scarred eye. Spore’s gaze moved down towards the visitor’s hip where there was a hand resting on shortsword. Memories of its kin and other dungeon dwellers being cut down by the invaders resurfaced.

[color=ec008c]“Danger…! Sword…!”[/color] It warned Dylirius through the use of spores. Without waiting for a reply, The Spore that Speaks quickly shook its large cap releasing a wave of bright yellow dust that quickly filled the entire room where it hung as though it was fog. It turned around and shuffled as fast as it could towards another exit.