Blibdoolpoolp stops hitting himself. His head snaps up. His eyes fix on the crab.

[b]"The crab..."[/b] he whispers. [b]"The crab of wisdom..."[/b]

He begins to crawl forward. Not toward you. Toward the crab. His movements are desperate. Reverent. Water splashes around him as he moves.

When he reaches the crab, he prostrates himself before it. His forehead touches the stone. His whole body shakes.

[b]"Oh great crab!"[/b] he sobs. [b]"Oh wise and blessed creature! Teach me! Teach this foolish fish-thing to see as you see! To know as you know! Grant me even a fraction of your wisdom so that I might better serve our god!"[/b]

The crab, to its credit, does not move. It simply stands there. Claws raised slightly. As if considering the high priest's plea.

After a long moment, Blibdoolpoolp raises his head. Tears stream from his bulging eyes. Or perhaps it is just water. It is hard to tell.

He turns to look at you. His expression is desperate. Pleading.

[b]"Great SHOOGBIMBHALD,"[/b] he croaks. His voice is raw. [b]"What... what should we do with the eggs? Should we destroy them? Should we move them? Should we guard them? Please... tell your servants what must be done."[/b]

Nyphl drifts closer to you. You feel a pulse of something through your connection. Not quite concern. Not quite amusement. Something in between.

The eggs sit in their cluster. Glowing softly. Innocent. For now.

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[b]What do you say or do?[/b]