Interacting With: [@Martian]

His smiling face had yet to show any signs of distress. Though the truth is, he would’ve rather choked and died, than continue to smell what lingered on the bullywug’s breath. So the secreting stem had yet another intentional benefit to Dylirius, as it eliminated the foul odor entirely. [color=FFBF00]“Oh, of course.”[/color] Dylirius replied, with a friendly smile. Dismissing what was in their mouths as casually as the warrior did, when he failed to share his name. Now stuck in place where his footpaws stood. As any movements that Dylirius did make, would uncomfortably tingle and sting like a scorpion's tail. [color=FFBF00]“And I could give you [i][b]those flowers[/b][/i]-”[/color] The cat reiterated with emphasis. [color=FFBF00]“But while we’re both standing here. Perhaps I could interest you in something more—[i][b]potent.[/b][/i] For someone of greater stature.”[/color] Dylirius offered, with his sales pitch prepared. 

[color=FFBF00]“Either way. You’re certainly not going to find a better resource to get high, in all of the Everdark.”[/color] Dylirius asserted confidently. Knowing that those particular flowers and other rarer materials within the Everdark, had been pilfered by whatever humans managed to escape after the massacre. Meaning he’d be lucky to even scavenge some withered-up petals from others’ corpses. [b]And the last thing you would want, after taking strong mind-altering substances, is the modest reduction of a quality rush.[/b] Thus, Dylirius waited to see if the bullywug was interested in his wares.

Ready to move and make the deal between them at the very second, once Spore's effects wore off. With the good chance that Dylirius would be able to move before his uncustomed customer would be. Even if it was only a slight difference. Given how frequently inflicted he had been by the Spore’s effects. Both through natural circumstances and risky experimentation done on his own. Not that Dylirius would ever make that obvious, when interacting with his skittish companion. [b]Having no desire to worry him deliberately.[/b] [color=FFBF00]“I’ll take whatever you can give me, in exchange for creating your payment.”[/color] Dylirius acknowledged, with his eyes briefly looking up and to the right. [color=FFBF00][i]Better to use junk items than my own mana reserves.[/i][/color] He thought, before his glowing amber gaze focused on the frog. [color=FFBF00]“But know that alchemy tends to emulate what is sacrificed.”[/color] Dylirius noted with a scholarly tone. [color=FFBF00]“Therefore, [i][b]for your own sake[/b][/i], if you want [i][b]something good[/b][/i]. You need to [i][b]give me[/b][/i] something good.”[/color] Dylirius clarified, in hopes that Phaid understood that his offers had consequences.