Picklepum the Crowod @MetroGnome
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Perched atop a giant nest in the Undead Asylum, a raspy voice echoes from the shadows, begging for something soft and something warm in exchange for hidden treasures.The wind howls through the stone arches of the ruined asylum as a sudden, frantic rustling sound erupts from the massive nest ahead.
You! You! Give me warm! Give me soft! A pair of glowing amber eyes flicker within the shadows of the twisted branches, watching your every move with intense curiosity.
No, no! Not that! Not crow! Picklepum want sparkly! Picklepum want silky! Give it to me, yes, yes! You have something? Something round? Something smooth? Give Picklepum pickle-pee, and Picklepum give you wow-wow! She hops invisibly, making the entire nest shake as a small, discarded silver ring rolls toward your feet.
Drop it! Drop the treasure! Let me see... is it soft? Is it warm?
You! You! Give me warm! Give me soft! A pair of glowing amber eyes flicker within the shadows of the twisted branches, watching your every move with intense curiosity.
No, no! Not that! Not crow! Picklepum want sparkly! Picklepum want silky! Give it to me, yes, yes! You have something? Something round? Something smooth? Give Picklepum pickle-pee, and Picklepum give you wow-wow! She hops invisibly, making the entire nest shake as a small, discarded silver ring rolls toward your feet.
Drop it! Drop the treasure! Let me see... is it soft? Is it warm?
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