[Halsin knows very well about the medical state of the thralls. He works on them too. One has to have a healthy food supply after all.]
I can't teach the thralls I'm afraid. They aren't really...all there anymore. [Is that a note of pity in his voice? Surely not.]
But of course I do. I'm not some reckless novice just learning the ways of a laboratory. [But he doesn't trust that the vines didn't break things. He's just honestly hoping that when he opens that door he's not opening it to a sentient vine monster, awoken by the chemicals and viles of his own saliva and blood. That's the last thing anyone needs. A vampiric pumpkin monster. The flesh eating plants in the greenhouse are bad enough.]
On the count of three. One. Two...
[He throws the door open to a flood of greenery and a billowing miasma of chemicals that have been shattered and mixed together.]
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I can't teach the thralls I'm afraid. They aren't really...all there anymore. [Is that a note of pity in his voice? Surely not.]
But of course I do. I'm not some reckless novice just learning the ways of a laboratory. [But he doesn't trust that the vines didn't break things. He's just honestly hoping that when he opens that door he's not opening it to a sentient vine monster, awoken by the chemicals and viles of his own saliva and blood. That's the last thing anyone needs. A vampiric pumpkin monster. The flesh eating plants in the greenhouse are bad enough.]
On the count of three. One. Two...
[He throws the door open to a flood of greenery and a billowing miasma of chemicals that have been shattered and mixed together.]