[The mothman nods and begins showing off some of the various lanterns he carries on his person.]
Yes, lights are my purpose. I wish to hear of the lights of your world, and how they compare to my inventions. Here, take... hmm, this one for now. Use it until you come for your audience.
[He offers Hythlodaeus one of his lanterns, an ornately wrought metal frame with panels of frosted glass and a hook at the top for hanging. The light within is not provided by flame but by glowing mushrooms rooted in a layer of soil.]
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Yes, lights are my purpose. I wish to hear of the lights of your world, and how they compare to my inventions. Here, take... hmm, this one for now. Use it until you come for your audience.
[He offers Hythlodaeus one of his lanterns, an ornately wrought metal frame with panels of frosted glass and a hook at the top for hanging. The light within is not provided by flame but by glowing mushrooms rooted in a layer of soil.]