[Usually, the faun in Hector would protest the loss of physical contact, but there's a certain reptilian coldness to Viren that counteracts that instinct. Everett and Myr are fond of him, but Hector's still trying to get a feel for him.
He steps away, giving both of them a bit of space.]
There's obviously something about the moss that keeps the Cwyld at bay. We saw something similar in the ruins around the Northern Outpost. I want to figure out how it does that and how we can use it. If I could find a way to encourage it to grow elsewhere, crossbreed it with other types of plants, it could give the local wildlife a safe refuge from the corruption.
[Most of the people researching the Cwyld are most concerned with saving people, but Hector's priorities are more turned toward the creatures of the world. It would be too tragic to lose them to extinction.]
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He steps away, giving both of them a bit of space.]
There's obviously something about the moss that keeps the Cwyld at bay. We saw something similar in the ruins around the Northern Outpost. I want to figure out how it does that and how we can use it. If I could find a way to encourage it to grow elsewhere, crossbreed it with other types of plants, it could give the local wildlife a safe refuge from the corruption.
[Most of the people researching the Cwyld are most concerned with saving people, but Hector's priorities are more turned toward the creatures of the world. It would be too tragic to lose them to extinction.]