"Thank you, sir," they said as the provost provided a wall. Then they planted their feet for best stability, made sure their grip on the staff was as secure as it could be, and jerked the staff back suddenly, pulling hard and hoping the combination of surprise and what could be called their "strength" would suffice in freeing the staff.
They fully expected the Tangleweed would pull back, and they were ready to try to plant a foot against the wall if need be to help themselves, but their hope was that the Tangleweed, having encountered a wall, would give up and relinquish the "meal," leaving only the poison-soaked cloth on the staff.
If it pulls the cloth off, it'll try to digest it. Can it digest the cloth? I mean, I don't see why not, if it's organic material. But maybe it won't want to because there's no blood and organs? Because Quanil's mind always had to wonder about stuff.
They fully expected the Tangleweed would pull back, and they were ready to try to plant a foot against the wall if need be to help themselves, but their hope was that the Tangleweed, having encountered a wall, would give up and relinquish the "meal," leaving only the poison-soaked cloth on the staff.
If it pulls the cloth off, it'll try to digest it. Can it digest the cloth? I mean, I don't see why not, if it's organic material. But maybe it won't want to because there's no blood and organs? Because Quanil's mind always had to wonder about stuff.
