You've always been my favorite nephew — young and spry! Oskar, my old bones rattle. I can hardly care for the Lush Pasture anymore. . . a shame! Such sprawling fields, ripe and bountiful! Perfect for a young lad as yourself.
Lore/Spitting Plants
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Spitting Plants is a lore note.
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| DEAR OSKAR, | (1/2) | Spitting Plants (1/2)
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| THE WEEDS ARE BAD ENOUGH | (2/2) | Spitting Plants (2/2)
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These barren lands are now wrecked by creeping sprouts!! They burst through the soil faster than I can cut them down! Vile things, spitting bile and brine! All the fields rot, the decay spreads deeply. . . There's no saving the pasture! Blast it all! I'll start anew elsewhere. Pass it to Oskar, that fool. Never liked him much anyway. Snotty brat.