[ He recognizes stubborn when he sees it. Unfortunately for Rude, it's not exactly a windy day. The poison lingers in the air as a dark grey haze, covering the part of the grove they've been working on. Berserker could help push it off by flapping his wings, but then there's less chance of it affecting the moths.
He walks forward through the fog of his own poison to check his handiwork. As he observes the panicked and now fleeing moths, a thought occurs to him. He turns back towards Rude. ]
I should warn you...The effects can last for over an hour if you get a high dose of it.
[ Probably would have been better to warn him sooner. ]
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He walks forward through the fog of his own poison to check his handiwork. As he observes the panicked and now fleeing moths, a thought occurs to him. He turns back towards Rude. ]
I should warn you...The effects can last for over an hour if you get a high dose of it.
[ Probably would have been better to warn him sooner. ]