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☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin
The Irishman threw up a grin as Onyxpaw descended from the trees, recalling the curious discen from his arrival. She did not appear to initially recognize the plant, which meant he ought to explain. As mischievous as he could be, he did not want youth entertaining the idea that nightshade was the most safe plant to deal with.
"Thank you, Onyxpaw," he started warmly -- always happy to hear someone appreciate his singing. He hardly considered himself a bard but he enjoyed holding a tune. "This," he nodded as Bernadette ascended and spoke, "is nightshade. Exactly. Very dangerous."
"I like to have some ready, just in case. Poison makes a blade twice as deadly." He was still a pirate, after all. "O' course, I don't think I'll be needin it anytime soon." Life seemed relatively peaceful, for the time being; Séamus had yet to hear anything suggesting otherwise.
"Thank you, Onyxpaw," he started warmly -- always happy to hear someone appreciate his singing. He hardly considered himself a bard but he enjoyed holding a tune. "This," he nodded as Bernadette ascended and spoke, "is nightshade. Exactly. Very dangerous."
"I like to have some ready, just in case. Poison makes a blade twice as deadly." He was still a pirate, after all. "O' course, I don't think I'll be needin it anytime soon." Life seemed relatively peaceful, for the time being; Séamus had yet to hear anything suggesting otherwise.