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my last one was for yesterday, idk if it counts though ahh

Alifax shrugged. "Dunno what a trufflie is," he said. "But I guess I can identify some of the poisonous ones." He had to be able to, what with living on a mountain and preferring to forage for sustenance. "Honestly..." He paused, and then he pulled out a single stick of the dynamite, just to show Sarcel. "I was thinking more about the free stuff," he admitted. "I picked up these goggles at the shack, too - they should be pretty useful, I think."

Oh - there were some mushrooms there. Alifax ambled over and pulled one up, sticking into his bag because he guessed he was supposed to. "What brings you out here?" he asked, turning back toward her. "Are you...more, uh, knowledgeable about mushrooms?" Or...wait. She actually lived in the area, didn't she?

That made a bit more sense, he thought. Well, who cared?

Soon they came into view of an abandoned picnic area, covered with signage discussing vicious fauna. That was par for the course for Alternia, though, really. Far more useful would've been an indication of how dangerous the fauna was. Besides, it wasn't like he'd come completely unprepared. He had dynamite, a means to light it, and also his meteors, which didn't shy away from doing danger. Anyway, more important was that he could hear water. "...I also picked this up," said Alifax, taking his fishing rod out. "Do you know how to fish?" Fish were expensive, right? He might as well see whether he could fish along the river.

Vulpin pulled his heels out of the mud again. He really had to stop buying such thin heels, or perhaps he should stop playing in the mud so often. Pulling his feet out again and again was getting to be absolutely mundane. Then again, he wasn't one to compromise over something like that. His heels had saved his life, and he wasn't going to forget that any time soon. There was no doubt in his mind that they were useful, after that whole ordeal.

Finding himself deeper in the thick grass, Vulpin finally reached a point where he considered turning back, not particularly because of the thickening grass, but because of the apparent lack of mushrooms. Perhaps he was wasting his time here. But, he realized, he certainly would be the first to go this deep into this area. There could be plenty of potential wildlife on the other side of the grass, completely untouched by other trolls. A perfect climate for mushrooms, and for his eyes only!

Vulpin smiled at the idea, taking out and brandishing his Bowie Knife. It wasn't fancy, but it would have to do in the place of his own daggers. He pressed forward, doing his best to cut a clear path for himself.