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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. |