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You say, 'Hail, Plann'
Plann gazes up at you with a cautious curiosity. With one hoof extended, the young swinetor slowly reaches out to touch your armor before yanking his arm back in fear. 'What're yuh? Why'd something so clean come down ['ere]?'
You say, ''Ere?'
Plann says 'This's the in-between, home to swinetor like me an' other creatures nobody wanted.' Clearly impressed by your presence, the budding necromancer takes a slow step closer, 'Wanta see a [trick]?''
You say, 'What trick?'
Plann throws his small snout into the air and snorts, 'I know whole bunches of tricks, just you wait. Yuh'll be so impressed with Plann! But can't do tricks without supplies. Yuh wanta [help] Plann out? Clean stranger won't be sorry!'
You say, 'I'll help you out'
Plann kicks his hooves in the mud with excitement, 'Yuh bring supplies, and Plann will do tricks!'
You have been assigned the task Plannty of Tricks.