[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on his doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
text • un: machinequeen
Have you thought about how your bones are gonna move around if you turn into a lizard?
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text; un: alomar
Wanted to check in and maybe ask a favor if you're capable.
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the irony is that this takes place the day before his full transformation
time to burninate the peasants
he shall be known as trogdor with his buff arms
a blessed name for a dragon
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Modranicht gift
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
M⚜️