“Now this I’ve gotta try,” says Fassn. He catches the mushroom shavings on his tongue. Between gulps, he cries, “Old Ajralan, may you have your fill!”
“That’s probably not good for you,” Shyan says.
“Mushroom man,” Abia says.
The alchemist shoots her a glare, then continues delicately carving away the mushroom man’s mouth.
“I’m not a mushroom,” he says, sputtering through the last of the spongy puffball. “I’m a wizard. What have you brought me, Burbaloo?”
“Her name’s Burbaloo?” Fassn asks.
“What happened to you, wizard?” Shyan asks. She touches the mushroom. “Can you feel this?”
“Go you by the moniker Eric Wagon?” Cang asks.
“Enough questions,” shouts the mushroom man. “Burbaloo, what have you brought me?”
“A great debt,” Shyan says.
