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Spice Song
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> Ask about 'danger'
I ready my spear at hand, just in case they start to attack. I repeat what one of the goblins groaned.
"Danger?"
The word seems to trigger something within the goblin, as he starts breathing heavily. I can tell he has a story to tell. The others follow his words as well.
"Danger within the coal black box!"
"Danger! Danger!"
"The viper that guards the box, she dresses up wounded. Pulls you in! In! Behind her eyes that spell forgiveness lies the venomous fatal bite!"
"She! She!"
"A pair of farmers, close as brothers. They look at the box in the darkness. Oh! Their grimy, slimy, dirty little hands! As if the other had smacked them!"
"Smack! Smack!"
"The viper that guards the box, she dresses up nicely. Pulls you in! In! Her bite creates deceit, and poisons the will!"
"She! She!"
"The farms were left untilled, the livestock all suffering. The farmers? Gravely ill, but against one another! And the viper? Happily filling herself with feed!"
"Feed. Feed."
"The viper that guards the box, she dresses up roughly. Pulls you in! In! Her venom plagues one's life, but keeps it awake for nights..."
"Nights. Nights."
"The viper takes away the soul, but also takes delight. Seduces you, entrances you, and takes away your sight."
"Sight... Sight..."
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