
“NO.”

“…What vine?”


“…What vine?”

“I suppose there is a possibility that—”
Wait a minute…

Evil? Check. Shared color scheme? Check. Shared power set? Eldritch beings made of darkness? Propagators of new and strange technologies? Triple check.

“It is possible he may be a distant, DISTANT… cousin.”

“Yes! And if you attempt to try it, I shall roast you.”

“Pass.”

“Do I look like I am related to that Eldritch mess?”

“Shave this majestic beard? Why would I do that?”

“Heh heh, yes. Especially while I am squeezing the life out of the them.”

“And where might one find this fire crystal dust?”