Dungeon 7 Turn 12

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Ricki, Kamau, and Macadamia gather under the watchful eyes of the elder magicrow and each picks an onion. Uprooting all three at once prevents a stink explosion from any left underground, and although the (poisonous?) smell is still pretty bad, all three are able to withstand it without damage.

“So… these are food?”

“They don’t usually smell THIS bad.”

“And you generally cook them before eating them.”

“And… cut them up small and mix them with other things.”

“Are you SURE they’re food?”

Kamau heads to the right while Ricki and Macadamia argue.

Lohk inspects the hay bale suspended above the giant pumpkin. It appears to only be hanging by a single rope, but she doesn’t have a good angle to hit it from the ground, and even if she did she doesn’t know if most types of magic would be useful against inanimate rope. Fire would probably work, and hay IS known to be pretty flammable… but would that result in it dropping, or just burn it all up? She’s not sure.

She thinks it would be much easier to sever the rope from that platform sticking out from the upper level of the barn, but of course she’d have to get past the pumpkin first to reach it.

Also, the pumpkin has been reciting the exact same speech it gave to Macadamia this whole time, so it may not qualify as a person despite being able to talk. At least the hay bale plan doesn’t have any moral obstacles. In case anyone was worried about that.

…You weren’t, were you?