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Sariel and Hawkler identify Cord's breadfruit (a starchy white-fleshed tree-fruit that when cooked is not unlike a potato in nutritional value). Unfortunately, they are about half the size they should be as they're weeks from being ripe enough to harvest.
As he stumps over to inspect Sariel's feet, Cord looks over his shoulder at Hawkler and snorts Whate'er kilt th' monkey, 't'weren't the fruit. Not unless it sprouts edges and spreads blood all o'er th' place.. He then stoops down and takes each of the female elf's dainty feet in his large, calloused, hands in turn, carefully turning and inspecting them, as he mumbles, No need ter thank me fer the fruit. There should be enough fer everyone ter have some o' it.
The halfling moves to help Cord with his examination of Sariel's feet. "Thank you, Cord," he said, with a strange smile. "I can make sure her feet are clean, though. Do you have your spells ready?" he asks.
Cord nods to Olo and grunts, Aye. I be ready ter get underway. Gozreh's gi'en me th'ability ter shield another from the day's heat. I'm thinking Lil, but if there were one o' yer group that were worse off, I be listenin'
The oracle joins Sariel. "Well, if we don't want to meet it, we should probably be going. It must be close, as this was freshly killed; we should be on our guard..." He then joins in the examination of the corpse.