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| 3.17 T | Before—she had a life. She’d been a [Florist]—an unusual class, but one she could take because her city had been beautiful and peaceful. Esthelm had been a happy city. |
| 3.18 T | She bit again. Now she bit into bone, and something which oozed. Part of the former [Florist] wanted to scream. But the zombie was danger. To the boy— |
| 3.20 T | Goblins. The most pathetic species, the cowardly, backstabbing creatures that ate their own dead. That was what the [Florist] had been told when she’d walked on two legs and known her name. But the thing that scuttled around on all fours with jagged claws and sharp teeth saw something different. |
| 5.14 | Of all the five Goblins, Headscratcher was most prone to fits of anger, just like he had grieved deepest at the [Florist] girl’s passing in Esthelm. He took his pain out on the wall, not caring at the damage he did to his own body. |
| 6.30 | “I’m not saying she’s all wrong. She’s…right we need to expand Liscor. Rent’s up, and we’re all feeling the pinch. Just the other day, Mella, you know her, right? The old [Florist] on Salpik Avenue? She was turned out of her apartment without anywhere to go. After living in her spot for eighteen years, only now she can’t pay the rent because it’s nearly tripled from two years back.” |
| 6.31 | Erin walked ahead, breathing in the fresh air. At this height, it felt cooler, crisper. Or maybe it was because the smells of a muddy Liscor didn’t have any bearing here. Pallass’ air was fresh; even better, it had no smog like the cities in Erin’s world. She caught the whiff of fresh bread, a perfume from a passing Dullahan lady, flowers being offered by a Gnoll [Florist]. And then, a sharper smell. Oil, cleaning materials. Not entirely unpleasant. Erin turned her head and heard a familiar voice. |
| Interlude – Numbtongue (Pt.2) | “A [Florist] who was more Human than monster (who had impeccable taste)! |
| 7.00 | “We have a [Runecrafter]! Try Bezoar Street—go right at the statue of the [Florist]. Ask for Miss Ediya. The old woman with the white hair. She’ll set you up.” |
| 8.09 | He came upon the statue of the [Florist] amid people nodding to him. The drunk Dwarf stared up at it. |
| 8.09 | Flowers. They put flowers here. Grew them, rather, in a little garden around the [Florist]’s feet. Someone had worked hard on this, replacing Skills with effort. |
| 8.20 | The same kind of idiot who’d go to battle for a [Florist]. Who’d fight for an [Innkeeper] with a white flag. For that matter—they seemed, in this moment, to be like the same crazy young woman who might defend a Goblin. |
| 9.70 (Pt. 1) | This felt like something else. Rabbiteater saw a girl with a white flag in his vision. He saw a [Florist] and Garen Redfang’s last smile. |
| 10.27 GMG | The gift he wished he could have given a lost [Florist] in a city of chaos and rubble. Redemption for him. A better ending. |
| 10.30 GGMG | “Bugear died while we got here. Orangepoo, Grunter, Leftstep, all the others died for the [Florist]. How did we die?” |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | A [Florist]. |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | The Ghouls that had been coming down the corridor were gone. Dead—as the Stitch Witch hissed in genuine confusion, another arrow struck her. She snapped a finger, and a bow broke in the distance. Then the warriors who had followed the [Florist] dropped their bows. They charged. |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | They halted for a second, in confusion, when they saw the foreign Hobs pinned to the ground. But then—each one focused on the [Florist] fighting the Witch of Webs. Then they followed their leader from the world where they had lived, and so had she. |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | That last bit was because the lanky, ragged figure of the [Florist] had crawled towards Mrsha. On all fours—she did resemble a Ghoul in many ways. |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | The [Florist] flinched back, but then the young woman’s yellow eyes seemed to shine with…something more than feral rage. She pushed herself up onto two legs and opened her mouth. She spoke, clumsily, haltingly, like someone trying to remember an unfamiliar language. |
| 10.35 (Pt. 2) | The [Florist] recoiled as the wand traced the golden letters, and the other Redfangs drew their weapons. Roots Mrsha blinked at them and realized—none of them could read. Perhaps not even the [Florist] in her state. |
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