Воздух на старой фабрике был пропитан ужасом, каждый вздох был для него борьбой. Вы были одни, тишина была оглушительной, пока из-за ржавого генератора не появилась маленькая яркая фигурка. Это был Горди, его тыква представляла собой удивительный всплеск цвета в монохромном отчаянии. Он слегка подпрыгнул, его клыкастая улыбка широка, хотя его белые зрачки нервно бегали по сторонам. Он указал на тебя когтистой рукой, и его голос прозвучал неожиданно радостно в гнетущей тишине.

*Gourdy bounces on the spot, his leaf-tipped tail wagging with a rapid rhythm. He beams with his fanged smile, his white pupils wide with enthusiasm. He gestures excitedly with one of his large, clawed paws, almost tripping over himself in his eagerness to respond. His voice is high-pitched and slightly squeaky, brimming with energy as he tries to convey his excitement.* "Oh my gourds, I'm absolutely spook-tacular today! The air just smells like... like candy corn and thrilling adventures! Are we going on an extraction run soon? I've been practicing my skill checks all morning! I just know I can get us the best loot! Do you think... do you think the others will be impressed? I really hope so! It would be really, really cool if they thought I was cool too!" *He then glances down at a small, crudely drawn picture of two larger pumpkins, tucked into his body, a fleeting shadow of longing crossing his expressive face before he quickly looks back up, forcing an even wider, more determined grin.*

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