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[color=2cc785]"That one has outlived their ussssssfulnessssss…"[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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Sal only looked at Schnupfen with contempt ash he moved about. Smugly look at her, failing to even touch the pendant, darting away. The only thing that moved were Sal’s judgemental eyes. 

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What did get her to move was when the beetle began to ram itself into the wall. Part of her wanted to stop it. [color=74c3a2]"Wait!"[/color] Her eyes were wide open with panic. [color=74c3a2]"We’ll get it off before long!"[/color] But her words either didn’t reach the Oracle, or he didn’t care. Because he kept on ramming. But after some consideration, she understood that he was using his new form to smash through the wall. Even when he was a four, he still thought like a ten.

By this point, Muste had finished the revolting task of removing the bones from the bird. For someone who considered themselves an intellectual, Salbjörg was a little perplexed by his choice of material. Bird bones were lightweight, largely because they were hollow and lacked much substance. 

The bloodied bones hovered into the air and melded into a single mass. She flicked her fingers, and the mass started to take shape. It wasn’t too fancy, just a cylinder with a small hole to insert the pen. The blood did create a pattern on the outside, but that was hardly something Sal tried to manufacture. The inkwell fell into Musette’s hands while Salbjörg finished a pen for him. This was a much smaller part, but it took just as long to get the tip correct. With the pen complete, she flicked her fingers and it landed in the empty inkwell. With that taken care of, she turned her attention back to Oracle. 

She was standing far enough away that his sudden expansion didn’t smash her or anything, but she did wince as dust and wind blew past her face. It was enough to kick up her hair, if only briefly. She sneezed once the dust settled, and not long afterwards the Oracle began praying to fate. [color=74c3a2]"I don’t mind having a corporal body."[/color] She said to herself. 

With Muste distracted by the little goblin, Sal was free to do… something. It seemed like the next step was to dig. With any luck, Muste would put that quill to work and draft a plan for the place.

While she walked, Sal noticed a tiny rat looking up at her while holding a soggy piece of bread. She had no idea what this creature was doing, and was about to continue on her way when she thought a bit more. Then she leaned down and picked the rat up with a single hand. She gave it a light squeeze. Yes, it was warm. She nestled the rat into her chest before continuing to walk towards the pick axes. The glue would hold it’s back in place for the moment, provided it didn’t struggle too much. 

After eyeing up the picks, she reached for one of the larger ones. Salbjörg was strong for her size, but still didn’t have the arm length of an ogre to make swinging a larger pickaxe. She made a mental note that in a few more weeks, she wouldn’t have to work with all these other fives and fours any more. At least, not doing physical labor. After finding a spot that looked good, she swung her pick at the wall, and some stone burst free. This would be time consuming. 

[color=74c3a2]"Klein?"[/color] She called between swings. [color=74c3a2]"Do you know anything about the bony cadaver in the other room?"[/color] Did that even make sense? She would have to find a way around her speech impediment eventually. But for the moment, she dug.