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Outside, by the lake. One Bovine Conspirator, watching the rocks nearby.
He's been unable to figure out how to talk, so far, and even if he did--He's not going to tell anyone who he is.
He's hoping that someone will figure out how to switch the transformed patrons back; 'wait until it wears off' isn't a solution to his mind.
Lacking magic, though, there's really not much else to do.
He's been unable to figure out how to talk, so far, and even if he did--He's not going to tell anyone who he is.
He's hoping that someone will figure out how to switch the transformed patrons back; 'wait until it wears off' isn't a solution to his mind.
Lacking magic, though, there's really not much else to do.