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>you advise her to avoid the tweaker go for the house with the smoking chimney
>she goes invisible and sneaks around him
Hopeful (in a whisper): "Grogar's lettuce, coca, peyote, sphinxnip, poison joke...there's got to be a dozen species of illegal to grow plants here."
Anon: "A drug operation in a ruined castle? That's bold."
>The building with a smoking chimney has its windows completely covered with curtains and particle board, but the door is slightly ajar
>Peering in, Hopeful sees what looks to be a chaotic and disorganized lab, with blue petals strewn about, implying the usage of poison joke
>She also sees what looks like a pony on the floor, until she sees certain donkey-like features that hint to her that it's a zebra
>Another earth pony toils away at the pressure valves, completely ignoring his incapacitated coworker
>His eyes, tongue, and saliva are a deep shade of blue, implying that he took, either intentionally or unintentionally, joke or something derived from it
>She theorizes that the poison joke took away all the white in his body, leaving only the black
Hopeful (whispering): "Poor guy, he must have been trying to make punchline or irony poison, and failed to purify it properly. That stuff is really popular with the guild initiates."
Anon: "Is he gonna be fine?"
Hopeful: "Everything but his coat it seems."
>Crows emerge and converge in the windows around the keep's front doors, and from within said keep, a feminine voice can be faintly heard, unintelligibly, but eloquently
>Another pair of voices can be heard in another house nearby
>Hopeful almost steps on a crow, but stops herself