Raza
He has a point. Touchin’ random shit out here probably isn’t the best idea she’s had. “Ray’ll probably know what it’s good for,” she says, rather confidently (even if she isn’t), preferring not to dwell on what if it is poisonous. Raza takes up her trident, removes the Sea Panther tine, and with a deviously challenging look at Jack, jabs at the mushroom’s stalk. It wobbles, half-severed, and… nothin’ happens. It doesn’t even start to flow. With a snort the proprietress jabs at it again, this time severing the stalk completely. It falls to the mucky ground and… begins to glow. “Ha!” rings triumphantly through the otherwise heavy air as she looks up at Jack. “Glowin’!” As if he couldn’t see it with his own two eyes. Now that it looks familiar, Raza reaches for the fungi to pocket it, mind already on what she can trade it for. And now they can be on their way again.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
