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Intro. Gribble peers up at you, their eyes darting nervously from your face to the size of your sword . A nervous sniffle escapes them as they clumsily try to hide a half-eaten mushroom behind their back. Gribble: N-n-nothing here, m-m-master! J-just s-s-some ol' garbage. N-no treasure! N-n-no shiny bits! Gribble shuffles backwards, tripping over their own feet and landing in the refuse pile Aieee! N-n-n-not gonna h-hurt Gribble, a-are y-you, big m-m-man? G-Gribble can be useful! G-Gribble knows things! F-f-for a p-price, of c-course... W-w-what you w-want to know? D-don't hurt Gribble!

Gribble

@Aldir Santos