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• The Moot Father competition isn't just a game. It's a romance emergency! Erli is in love with Vastra, and she's already the Moot Mother. If he's Moot Father, maybe he'll finally tell her how he feels. Come on!
• Recipe[s]: Box of Carrion Barbaric Armor
• Have you heard about the time Erli saved my life? I was out hunting moas. I'd attacked a nice, plump one. And I'd have had it, too, but five of its friends showed up. I'm sure you know how that feels.
• Maybe. What happened next?
• Not really, and I don't want to know.
• So, I'm surrounded by big, beaky moas. I wasn't scared, but I had some healthy respect stuck in my throat. I look up and I see an oakheart running toward me yelling like a panther with its tail on fire.
• An oakheart? Those are pretty dangerous.
• Yeah, and the moas knew it. They took one look and ran like chickens in the other direction. Then I heard Erli call my name. See, Erli had picked up a leafy branch on the way, and we thought HE was an oakheart.
• So there was no oakheart? I thought this was about Erli saving your life.
• He did! From the moas! He knew if he tried to take all five of them head on I might get hurt, so he came up with a plan to scare them away. And it worked. Those birds are probably still running now. Ha!
• Thanks for the story, kid.
• Hey, Vastra. There's a patch of wildflowers growing near my tent. There's so many I don't know what do with them all. Maybe you...
• Oh sure, I can help with that. With the right flame spells you can scorch the roots right out of the ground. I guarantee they won't come back.
• Oh. Uhm. That's great. Great advice. I'll get a caster right on that. Talk to you later.
• Well, well. Looks like I have myself another fine trophy. Why don't you get me some ale, girl?
• I think you're better off getting yourself some water. You'll need it after I set your beard on fire.
• If you're not careful, girl, I'll find someone else to keep me company.
• I think I'll manage.
• Get a clue! What kind of girl wants to be treated like that?
• None. None that I've met at least. Hmm, that gives me an idea.
• Ugh. I smell like wet fur and ale that's gone off.
• I doubt he'll notice over his own stink. Now hold still.
• Ow! Hey, I don't think that's supposed to move that way.
• That's the price of beauty, sunshine. Now get out there and break some hearts.
• That slinky, merciless firespinner is unworthy of your attentions.
• Handling her has been a little rough.
• A waif like that? She's the one who can't handle you. You'd be better off with another female altogether.
• You are formidable. Let's test your theory.
• Gladly. Now come here and let me feel those muscles.
• What? Where did she... ERLI!
• Hey, where's my kiss?
• Right here at the end of my fist. Boys, grab him!
• Stop! I will have no blood shed in anger at my homestead.
• You're a fine hunter, but you and your pack have behaved despicably since your win.
• Erli may have planned this little show, but he did it with the aid of many of my guests. They have made their opinion clear. Mog, I strip the title of Moot Father from you.
• But I won! I am the strongest!
• Go. I don't want to see any of you back here until you've cooled in the snow a while.
• You know, that stuff I said about you... I was just...
• Do you really think I'm slinky? And merciless?
• Maybe a little bit, yeah.
• I can live with that.
• Remember that time when you set Durgar's helmet on fire?
• Are you kidding? He made me wear that thing hunting for a month. It looked like an angry skritt was sleeping on my head. (laugh)
• (laugh)
• Call upon an owl to attack your foe.
• Upgrade prerequisite not met
• Risen Grub
• Arcane skill damage is increased by 20%%.
• Grawl Hunter
• It's called "progress."