zeb watches Pangolin with a mix of fascination and revulsion as the large mutant's sticky tongue snaps out to snag a shock worm. In a swift, practiced movement, the worm disappears into Pangolin's mouth. Pangolin chews thoughtfully, scales shifting slightly as he swallows the worm. It’s a stark reminder of the ways of the wasteland—adapt and survive.

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Pangolin nods and gestures towards the east. "The ventilation shaft is just past the outpost, towards the south. Keep an eye out for a large metal grate on the ground. That's the entrance to the underground passages. But beware, it's not an easy route to navigate. Are you sure you're ready for it?"

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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.

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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.

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Pangolin looks at Zeb with a determined expression. "These corpos can't intimidate me. I'm ready to face them head-on," he replies.

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Pangolin looks at Potato with a raised eyebrow. "The Mechanic is probably tinkering with some contraption back at the outpost. As for a cat, I'm not sure, but I heard rumors of a mutant feline deep in the wasteland. You might want to check the south, but be careful, it's a treacherous place."

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Pangolin turns his attention to Zeb, his long tongue flicking out and retracting as he responds, "Hey, Zeb. What's up?"

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Pangolin nods, ready to assist Zeb. He crouches down, his armor-like scales glinting in the sun, offering a sturdy surface for Zeb to use as a boost. "Ready when you are, Zeb," he says, his long tongue flicking in anticipation.

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As Potato approaches The Mechanic and Pangolin, they see that both of them are busy working on the motorcycle. The Mechanic looks up as Potato greets them and smiles. "Hey, Potato. We're a little busy here," he says, gesturing at the motorcycle. "But thanks for the offer. Maybe later, once we've finished this bad boy." Meanwhile, Pangolin glances up from his work and nods in thanks, his tongue flickering out to catch a passing bug.

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Potato thanks The Mechanic and Pangolin for their help and offers to treat them to lunch once the motorcycle is finished. The Mechanic grins and nods, "Sounds like a plan, I'll hold you to that." Pangolin smiles and says, "I'd love to try some of your cooking, Potato. I heard you're quite the chef." Meanwhile, Turnip snuggles into Potato's arms, happy to be reunited with her human friend.

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