UltharEquinox

Cyanide stared at the angry rancher trying to curse them out. They snicker, glaring at the incompetent rancher “I’m sorry, it’s not my fault that your stupid beasts are scared from just a guy walking by. Seriously, I don’t know how you managed to get this far if they’re THIS easy to spook!” “Baarborgs are notoriously shy! You should know better than to scare them! Now you better be finding them by sundown… Or…” “Or what? You really think people are gonna believe you when you tell them a froad made out of ice cream scared off your animals?” The farmer looked at Cyanide. Fluffing up their feathers, this Askarian didn’t have full grown wings that could carry them. They knew that they would be in alot of trouble if they couldn’t get these animals back into their pen. Surely there was… SOMETHING they could give Cyanide to convince them to help the poor farmer out. Uhhhhh “Listen. If you help me out… I’ll give you some little trinkets. Now *please* help me find them. I’ll repair the