IC: Nimol looked at Flurgel. "Tribe? What happened to the rest of them?". He looked out of the window to see a levitating female grubb. "Either, Hydra has become a ghost... or she has learned to levitate". He chomped on the kebab stick again, "By the way, feel free to ask me if you need anything for that machine thing you're making. I'm pretty good with a screwdriver".
Nimol turned to Typo, "So... what do you think? Shops are a good thing, right?".
OOC: Maybe it could just be late evening? It has been a while since the start of this RPG.
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