[ Truly, he has failed in every duty he's assigned himself. Unable to protect his lord from the encroaching vines, unable to lay a cloak down upon the dirt-smeared ground so that his lord might trip and fall without fear of covering his body in grime.
He, Frederick the Wary, is nothing short of a failure.
His head hangs low as he squeezes his eyes shut, letting his breath flow in and out as he pieces together the little he's learned thus far. ]
I'm uncertain, milord. It appears to be some sort of plant drawn to the warmth of living creatures, perhaps for a source of nutrients.
[ But it's not eating them?? As far as he can tell; it's hard to feel anything with the protective layer of armor that surrounds him. ]
I was unable to observe the vines for long. I fear I do not yet know of the fastest method to disposing of them. [ But!!! ] Perhaps if we were to hold very still, the vines might loosen on their own...?
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He, Frederick the Wary, is nothing short of a failure.
His head hangs low as he squeezes his eyes shut, letting his breath flow in and out as he pieces together the little he's learned thus far. ]
I'm uncertain, milord. It appears to be some sort of plant drawn to the warmth of living creatures, perhaps for a source of nutrients.
[ But it's not eating them?? As far as he can tell; it's hard to feel anything with the protective layer of armor that surrounds him. ]
I was unable to observe the vines for long. I fear I do not yet know of the fastest method to disposing of them. [ But!!! ] Perhaps if we were to hold very still, the vines might loosen on their own...?
[ Worth a shot, tbh. ]