Frogspawn Swamp The Ultimate Wrench

Penn's ears flattened a little at being told his was wrong (he didn't like to be wrong), but he was soothed by the compliment she followed it up with. He looked up at Wraen when she spoke and considered the recommendations. He didn't much fancy trying to carry it home with it buzzing about in his mouth like a bee.

"I dunno, other than being super weird, it doesn't really do us any good," he commented, "It's not like it's edible. Is it?" Penn paused thoughtfully before reaching out again and grabbed a corner in his teeth, attempting to take a bite out of it. In an instant, he had determined that it did not taste good. It was cold and it was hard, like chewing on a rock. Highly unpleasant.

After about three seconds, the tablet in what the Blackthorn could only consider to be self defense chose that moment to vibrate. It rattled uncomfortably against his teeth like an angry bee before he flung it away from himself with a snarl. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted after it, annoyed.

"Not edible," he growled as he gave his coat a shake to settle his nerves.