[ The frown on his face fails to falter, Stan only able to comprehend about half of what’d been said to him. He thinks it’s saying everything on its body had some hallucinogenic property, the leaves themselves significantly more so. But did that also mean it had tried smoking or eating other things growing from its body? He narrows his eyes, uncertain whether to call it cannibalistic or just plain stupid. ]

It’s called variety. [ He says, turning to look around the room. ] Could actually expand your business if you play your cards right. [ What he’d really been hoping for was poison, something strong enough to knock out not just man but beast as well. There wasn’t much on the market and stealing it from a naga or nymph was a last resort for Stan. The consequence of thieving hands could be quite costly; the crystal he'd taken from a troll worth nothing compared to what it had lost him in the long run. Now that had been a bad investment.

Stan rests his gaze on the couch, wrinkling his nose at the smell that comes from it. ] Ugh. [ Getting the smell of this place out of his clothes was going to be worse than removing that Gideon smell from the carpet. ] Lets just see what you got.