Zeb turns his gaze towards Pangolin, his eyes lingering on the mutant creature with an expression that conveys a mix of desire and whimsy. Despite Zeb's complicated feelings, sparked by the electric encounter with the shock worm, Pangolin remains unfazed, if not a bit perplexed. The armored mutant, used to the oddities of the wasteland, meets Zeb's gaze with a stoic patience that suggests he's no stranger to the unpredictable behavior of humans.

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Nobody, while still lying belly-up, uses this opportunity to sneak a peek into Pangolin's pockets. With one head keeping Pangolin's attention through the belly rub, another head subtly glances and sniffs at Pangolin's belongings. Pangolin, however, seems too preoccupied with giving belly rubs to notice Nobody's sneaky endeavor. Nobody finds that the pockets mostly contain small pouches of the weird berries that Pangolin has to offer.

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Nobody approaches Pangolin with a cautious yet friendly demeanor. Pangolin, noticing the multi-headed creature coming towards him, seems to tense up at first due to his past experiences, but then relaxes slightly, recognizing Nobody's non-threatening approach.

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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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