[center][h1][color=5ca6ce]Plasm[/color][/h1][/center]
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Plasm looked up at their cleric friend then back at their mug and nodded. Raising the mug to the lips of its mask, in which a straw like pseudopod stretched out, acting as a straw as it lowered into the cup and began to drink its content. Telepathically, Plasm would connect to Jørmund and ask, [color=5ca6ce]"Do you wonder why Arkisz had to leave? Do you think our friend is okay?"[/color] Though the tone of the telepathic voice was monotoned, it wouldn't take to much to figure out that the plasmoid was both concered and, to a point, upset.