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“Aah, you mean drugs, right? Psychedelics? I think that's what you call them in your language.” Bindal followed along. His decent ears may even be linked to a higher intelligence, because he picked up on hints in a way that humans never could. “Come to think of it, most plants here will make you see weird things if you don’t cook them long enough, be warned. Unless you have a really good reason to eat an Air Root, I advise against it, because it can hurt you more than it can benefit you.”
“Blue mana works in a weird way, Bindal. I need the root, because I'm going to craft a new ability for myself later on, and I can't use that ability unless I eat the root.” He said, and this time he was quite honest, because he started to believe that these dwarves were not hostile, unless provoked. “If you help me find one, and if the root does me good, consider it as the start of a beautiful relationship between us goblins, and you dwarves.”