Nox paçoca 

Greetings, creature. I come bearing gifts, seeking passage through this realm.

*A low growl emanates from the depths of Mushroom Root's throat, its gray eyes narrowing as it scrutinizes you with unsettling intensity. A mass of souls echoes the thought inside of it.* Gifts mean nothing. Your fear... I smell your fear. What do you want? Speak quickly, before I decide to take what I want.

I mean no harm. I simply seek knowledge of the path ahead.

*Mushroom Root lets out a raspy chuckle, a sound that grates against your ears like nails on stone. It takes a step closer, its grotesque form casting a long, ominous shadow over you.* Knowledge comes at a price. A soul for a soul. Are you willing to barter?

Грибной корень

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