Thread:Jona19992/@comment-27989107-20180509052614/@comment-5647250-20180929145413

(Nanny Poppin would catch a glimpse of Black Annis sitting atop Ironwood's head. She appears to be mixing a powder using the shredded undead from earlier. Additionally, she uses a shaving from one of Ironwood's scales, one of Jill Melt's flames she'd grabbed, and some of her own spittle. She finishes it by holding it up into the rain to catch some water. It gives off an awful feeling from looking at the mixture alone.)

Black Annis: Let's get moving boy! (she taps Ironwood's scales, and he starts moving toward the soup again)

Gnome: Is there an expected size for this beast?