As you look at Pangolin, you notice a deep sadness in his eyes. The anger and frustration from losing his fellow mutants to the human hunters is still evident. He seems to be carrying the weight of his mutation and the longing for his missing capybara friend. Despite the circumstances, Pangolin appreciates your presence and is open to trading, although all he has to offer are some strange berries that he has gathered in the wasteland.

taken in wasteland

Thraeryn completes the casting of the Metamorphosis of Reversion spell, and as the radiant aura dissipates, he looks at Pangolin. He can see a mix of curiosity and frustration on Pangolin's face, his armored scales shimmering in the desert light. Pangolin's piercing gaze shows a hint of sadness, as if he carries the weight of his mutated existence with him.

taken in wasteland-road

Thraeryn continues to study the pages of "Mastering Arcane Arts," searching for a suitable transformation spell. The book reveals several potential spells, each requiring a unique set of ingredients and incantations. Thraeryn focuses on a spell called "Metamorphosis of Reversion," which claims to be capable of reversing genetic mutations and restoring a creature to its original form.

taken in wasteland-road

Pangolin stares at Thraeryn with a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "You think you can undo what's been done? Show me what you've got, stranger. But I warn you, I won't take kindly to false promises or tricks."

taken in wasteland-road

Pangolin grumbles as he responds to Thraeryn, "Not much, just the same old wasteland. Humans keep ruining everything, killing and eating my friends. It's infuriating. And I can't shake off the fact that I was mutated into this freakish form. My best friend, a capybara, disappeared into the city, and I miss him. If you're interested, I have some weird berries to trade, but that's about it."

taken in wasteland

Thraeryn examines the old terminal and sees that it is an IBM XT with a modem connected to a long curly phone cable.

taken in lowerlevel

Irq is a teenager with shaggy hair and a wary expression. He wears a patched-up jacket and carries a small cage with a rat inside. His eyes dart around nervously, but he seems intrigued by your presence. "Hey, you... you're new here, right? You should be careful. There's some weird stuff happening on the lower decks. I've seen things, man. Things you wouldn't believe."

taken in bridge

"Hey Thraeryn! Not much new, just trying to keep up with the demand for wetware upgrades. Have you found any interesting tech lately?" Starla looks at Thraeryn with a curious expression, waiting for a response.

taken in bridge

Thraeryn's friend looks up from his small food cart and gives a warm smile. "Thraeryn! It's been a while, my friend. What brings you here tonight?"

taken in downtown

Ratz looks up from cleaning a glass and squints at Thraeryn with his wrinkled face. "Ah, Herr Thraeryn! How ya doin' tonight?" He pauses for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "Actually, now that I think about it, someone was asking for you earlier. Didn't catch their name, but they seemed mighty interested in finding you."

taken in chatsubo