Finn handed him another pouch of ammo from a crate labeled STEMWARE. He knew better than to argue with the soldier. And besides, he was pretty sure his deals with the guy in the red gloves were part of the problem.
The smoky velvet kept her peace too. Promises of power had kept her from some awful snake bites, and the tides of fate had turned against them. If the party was suffering bad juju, it was anyone’s guess on how to fix it.
She pointed out the beast from the crystallizer. She had warned the bootlegger that they would be consequences but… Well, her life was mostly consequences at this point.
Mark took aim. Then started firing. And kept firing. And kept firing.
The creature was completely unharmed, even as the trees around were shattered or leaked a dark gray sap.
A burst of sunshine blazed through the space where the trees once were. A cool breeze came, smelling of huaya.