[ Cain's not exactly eager to be tricked by the sprites again — being buried alive by vines wasn't how he liked to wake up from his naps — but they're the only denizens of the forest who seem to have enough intelligence to actually offer any insight to the sickness plaguing them, and he's not so easily put off. Besides, this time, he's come prepared. The picnic basket in his hand is full of little delicacies he's managed to scrape together in the hopes of tempting the sprites into something resembling cooperation.
It may be a vain hope, but hey, it's still worth a shot.
Cain slows his steps as he sees someone else already engaged in conversation (or what passes for it) with the sprites, though. He cocks his head to the side and offers a wry grin, noticing that marked lack of success as he lifts his hand in a wave. ]
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It may be a vain hope, but hey, it's still worth a shot.
Cain slows his steps as he sees someone else already engaged in conversation (or what passes for it) with the sprites, though. He cocks his head to the side and offers a wry grin, noticing that marked lack of success as he lifts his hand in a wave. ]
Yo~. The reinforcements have arrived.
[ Yep. All one of them. ]