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Tharr sniffs the air and hisses. "Of course it is salt," he says. He shakes the spiderwebs off his arrow, knowing that the delicate structure is ruined now. The arrow glistens with virulent green sap.
"The scars are the places where it has been injured and lived, yes?" he says to no one in particular. "So the best place to aim would be ... some other part of its body. Let us start with the eyes. Yes, that is probably a safe choice."
OOC: Toxin damage for the shot.
Tharr sniffs the air and hisses. "Of course it is salt," he says. He shakes the spiderwebs off his arrow, knowing that the delicate structure is ruined now.
"The scars are the places where it has been injured and lived, yes?" he says to no one in particular. "So the best place to aim would be ... some other part of its body. Let us start with the eyes. Yes, that is probably a safe choice."
