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Eero smiled brightly and took a lemon drop from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. “I’m a poisonsist. Don’t worry though… it wasn’t in the poison side of my satchel. That’s on the other end.” He looked up at the canopy, seemingly unaware of the look of horror on Sharv’s face, and started whistling a song. He stopped whistling, “It looks like it’s getting dark. We should probably find a shelter– or make one. Do you know what sort of beasts live here?” Eero began whistling again.