*the next moring...*Mirv walked along the streets of Pyke, humming happily (OOC: can muds hum?) to himself. He carried a large basket full of tasty fruits fresh from a local forest. He turned a corner and saw a crowd gathering around a hut. Naturally curious, Mirv pushed his way through the crowd and looked inside. Mirv had never seen anyone dead, and still blanches at the sight of blood.
Mirv dropped the basket and fell to his kness, gagging.
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