Gragas starts to feel a bit more serious now, but then he takes out a human head-sized flask from his suit pocket and starts to chug it down, and stop halfway through. 'Nope. I got meself a flask and a 'owle minibar in mah carriage. And by minibar, I mean a 'owle bar that covers 'alf the thing. That's why I need four 'orses to drag it.'

It was extraodinary, the lightning ball streaked across the field colliding with the bugs! Getting caught was death as the bugs were pressed and shocked by the ball at the same time! Furthermore, the ball might have built up too much of a charge as it flew into the fleeing bugs, and straight into the farmhouse. The explosion was terrific as the house exploded into flames and electricity! Like fireworks, bits of wood rained down onto the fields nearby, and some landed near Wiz, but not on top of him fortunately.

Something interesting though did happen, as debris fell from the sky, so did bits of bugs and...cocoons? The intricate hard shells rained down everywhere, likely due to some sort of nest located in the farmhouse. Convienent in a way, but considering the circumstances, this kind of luck helps greatly.

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As Gragas made his announcement, other patrons turned their heads upon mention of a 'minibar'. Klava sighed as he continued to pour in gold coins, the counter reached 384-

"Well, ain't that just fancy fellas! This guy gots his own drinks! And look at dat flask!"

The drunk points wobbling at the flask Gragas has taken out, some of his friends laugh, maybe they found some sort of humor at the failed mocking of Gragas, any sober person wouldn't even know where to begin.

"Wait...Wait wa-wait."

The drunk puts his finger up in the air, as if having an idea or cognitive thought.

"You say you...got enough of a bar dat you needin a couple horses to...*hiccup* to take it all right?"

Wiz looked at the flying bits of wood and cacoon, his eyes drained out of emotions. It was what he always does, when he took life from one which does not have the will to fight... You can open them now, Nym... The pixie inside his hood opened her eyes, and looked at the now exploded farmhouse and all the corpses of the bugs. She looked at Wiz, and flew back down, restarting the healing process, placing her forehead on Wiz's for comfort as tears starts flowing out of his eyes, even if his face was blank, the tears were still clearly visible as it flowed down his face...

Wiz walked forward, and looked at the cocoons that flung out. He discharged his claws, and starts ripping apart the cocoon shells. There is a chance that the bugs captured humans, and this was the result. He clawed at the hard shell, and once he was open, he looked at what was inside...

Nothing describable was found. Rather, none of the cocoons had anything remotely resembling humans but the cocoons instead carried what Wiz could assume was larva, baby bugs that were being nourished by the fields here. In a way it was tragic, the larva were alive, but died instantly with the explosion, the wreakage of the nest in the farmhouse is testament to that. It might be a bit disheartening to take the lives of innocent creatures, but remnants of dark magic still linger over these corpses. Their existances were crippled from the beginning, an infestation that would destroy crops and spread over Valoran...but does that justify annilation?

Such questions were for another time, as Wiz sensed no other presences hostile nearby...and the sky overhead remained clear, a safe walk back to the inn would be wise at this time unless Wiz had other ideas...

((Well that very much ran away without me lol. Still, let's see if we can squeeze something interesting out of things.))

After Wiz has left the now very destroyed farmstead, something stirred. A strange creature unburrowed from the ground, having been drawn in by its tremor sense in the search for food.The first thing it found was a roasted bug. Eew. It was roast through, completely ruined. Not worth digging out of its carapace at all. Skittering around some more, it found the cocoon Wiz had dug into. The larvae in there wasn't alive, but it was close enough. Barely touched by the lightning it was almost completely raw. Delicious. Even better yet, someone'd opened the cocoon, allowing easy access. But who would open up a great snack like this and leave it there. No matter, this was too good a chance to pass up.