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    Synopsis:

    Jaheira's eldest son is either a florist or a trainee druid (I haven't checked his latest and I originally stubbed him with both being possible) and goes around the house fettling with the flowers. I would find it incredibly charming if he talked to them as he tended them.


  • 0.
    Jord
    : Coming along nicely there, Floki. Good, strong roots.devnote00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_A
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  • 1.
    Jord
    : You three have been just guzzling the water recently. Save some for the others, all right?devnote00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_A00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_B
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  • 2.
    Jord
    : Oh, come on, Ferdinand, I just trimmed you.devnote00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_C00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_B = False, 00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_C = False, 00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_A = False
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  • 3.
    Jord
    : Those leaves are a little darker than I'd like, Felicis. Bad soil? Hm. Don't tell mother...devnote00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_B00aa2ff1-bed2-8bf6-36bb-c72472f12463_C
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