[b][color=#38b000]"What else are bodies good for, if not fertilizer?"[/color][/b] Verdant returned with the aggrieved air of someone who'd been denied something entirely reasonable. [b][color=#38b000]"The only alternative is for eating but no one wanted that. Distressing and taste rather bad too. The corpse-lilies needs magic to grow anyway, it's just a good arrangement."[/color][/b]

Askarian spellblades were, after all, viciously deadly in the open. To the point that there's a local saying about how if oneself ends up in such situation running away will only means dying tired. If not for their severe vulnerability to the distilled mage-breaker poison the heart of the woods probably would've been long since torched down. It's a dark irony that their corpses made for the best fertilizer to grow the lilies that were to be distilled into the aforementioned poison.

[b][color=#38b000]"Huh. The spellblades can draw clean air from... dunno, somewhere. I guess wizards here doesn't take that much precautions?"[/color][/b] Curious. And usable. But then again, one can only be exposed to toxic mist so many times before coming up with new contingencies. [b][color=#38b000]"Maybe I should prepare sleeping vapor too..."[/color][/b]

At the reappearance of the djinn, the serpent at least had the reservation to look bashfully contrite. Though not without a small mutter that it wouldn't spill since it's sealed in a glass cork.

Regardless, the unlikely pair moved on. Against all odds, still very much civil.