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Brudil has, thankfully, relaxed her grip, hanging her arm over Pleht, who has a tiny bag and is putting the drawstring over his finger.
Brudil: Really, just glad I found you before those Slugfolk did. Dunno what their problem was, but they sure weren't friendly. You run into any of them?
Pleht, meanwhile, has started casting a spell. The bag starts to float, tethered by the drawstring.
Brudil (starstruck): Woah, you're a wizard!? That's incredible; we could--
Pleht smacks Brudil in the face with the bag (with "WHAP!" SFX).
Brudil: PTAGH!
Pleht: AWAY FROM ME, FOUL MONSTER!
Brudil grabs the bag, beyond irritated.
Brudil: Okay, what the-?
She stops to smell the dust cloud from whatever was in the bag (with "SNIFF" SFX). Her face softens.
Brudil: ...cinnamon?