[ He still can't really look up—being cursed by trees is a more massive inconvenience than he could've anticipated—but the voice that answers him is clearly that of a young woman. An irreverent one, but he's never minded that. There's also the smell of something unpleasantly scorched, like hair.
It paints a clear enough picture. He keeps his eyes on the fiery little warriors, not approaching yet. They look ready to throw down. ]
...I'm impressed by their spirit.
[ They seem prepared to guard this bounty tooth and nail, though they don't lunge to attack him right away when he crouches to get a better look. ]
I don't suppose you've tried negotiating with them?
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It paints a clear enough picture. He keeps his eyes on the fiery little warriors, not approaching yet. They look ready to throw down. ]
...I'm impressed by their spirit.
[ They seem prepared to guard this bounty tooth and nail, though they don't lunge to attack him right away when he crouches to get a better look. ]
I don't suppose you've tried negotiating with them?