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Who, him? Don't mind him, he's just grumpy because he hasn't hunted his quarry yet. He's actually an amazing fighter, but his methods are... strange. Not that you heard me tell you any of that.
Not that he CAN HEAR ME WHILE HE'S NAPPING.
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So what can you do about it? |
Daffodil: Oh, I'll tell you what I'm going to do! I'll find this thing on my own if I have to. And I'm going to compose a song while I do it! Here, how about this.... |
Daffodil: Oh Daffodil, oh Daffodil, he's the best! Not like his partner, who only wants to REST! |
Daffodil: Leave it to Daffodil, the brilliant poet. Not that big oaf, everyone knows it! |
Daffodil: Where is the beast? Where could it be? If you won't help, then leave it to me! |
Daffodil: Have no fear, you crass buffoo-- eh? I, uh... Gwynceirw? I think I found something! |
Gwynceirw: Wait, stop! |
Daffodil: Why? This doesn't seem so bad. Certainly not the creature we're looking for. I shall dispatch it quite handily. Observe! |
Daffodil: OH NO! |
Gwynceirw: Damn it, Daffodil.... |
Gwynceirw: Good work. Boggarts hate terrible sounds. |
Daffodil: Hah, I did do--wait, what? |
Gwynceirw: Appreciate the help back there. That was a nasty one, but you fought well. |
Daffodil: Hey, I helped too! Remember the terrible singing? |
Gwynceirw: Hmm. What's important is that it's dead. Let's get moving. |
Daffodil: Yes, let's go get our reward! How about a song to celebrate? Toss a seed to your hunter.... |
Gwynceirw: Ugh. |