[Right quick Hythlodaeus swings his makeshift bag and scoops up the hapless lizard. He twists and turns the fabric, finally knotting it- Turning the sweater turned bag into a backpack with its little head sticking out, yet secured snugly within. He hands the bundle to Lanque.]
Perhaps your companion would like a bit of lunch that doesn't include my personal swarm?
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Perhaps your companion would like a bit of lunch that doesn't include my personal swarm?