[Fern is glad to see Ange. She'll take this seriously, even if he's never actually explained the Lich to her. He trusts her, so it's okay, and he doesn't hesitate to answer her question, even though she hasn't answered his.]
Right. Like it's been cut off.
[A beat passes, and Fern realizes that he should probably clarify beyond 'hand that's been cut off,' especially if it means Ange being able to tell him if she's seen it (him) around.]
'Cause I did that. Cut it straight off that dillweed's arm.
[For emphasis, his own hand shifts and forms into a thorny vine, whipping out and slicing straight through a nearby barrel.
A barrel full of fish preserved in salt, which spills out onto the ground at their feet.
Fern doesn't seem to notice the minor vandalism he inadvertently just caused. He's too busy looking around towards the rooftops, having thought he saw a particularly suspicious shadow up there.]
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Right. Like it's been cut off.
[A beat passes, and Fern realizes that he should probably clarify beyond 'hand that's been cut off,' especially if it means Ange being able to tell him if she's seen it (him) around.]
'Cause I did that. Cut it straight off that dillweed's arm.
[For emphasis, his own hand shifts and forms into a thorny vine, whipping out and slicing straight through a nearby barrel.
A barrel full of fish preserved in salt, which spills out onto the ground at their feet.
Fern doesn't seem to notice the minor vandalism he inadvertently just caused. He's too busy looking around towards the rooftops, having thought he saw a particularly suspicious shadow up there.]