Larksong Grotto death blossom

"With a tree?" Easy squeaked, momentarily disgusted. She couldn't resist peeking, now, although she'd deny it 'til her last breath if anyone ever asked about it. Upon seeing the collar, however, her sheepishness disappeared. Abruptly, she realized her brain had taken a word out of his first statement - he was just using the tree to try and get his fancy... thing... off his neck.

Easy bounced up to him, eager to inspect the odd article. "What's that?" she asked, goggling unabashedly. A cold, black nose poked insistently at the thing, testing its texture as well as its scent. Cold, almost like stone, and with other scents she couldn't quite place. The man didn't seem to like it and was trying to tell her about its face, but as Easy circled around him, she couldn't seem to find it. Seemed like it just had one big bump. Was that the nose he was talking about?

She startled when he expressed his displeasure with the thing. "Can I have it?" she asked. "If I help you get it off?"