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Sparrow was drawn from her suffering into view of the cloaked man again. He offered his wares and she, his ever loyal customer, contemplated the items ahead of her. She began drooling... Was it over the items or because of the sickness? She wasn't sure, but it wasn't stopping. Thick, long glowing tendrils dropped from her lips into the waters she stood in. They drifted and pulled in the direction of the eater's movement, but never detached from her maw. When she realized it was worthless, she gave her body a hearty shake, sending the ropes of saliva slinging in every direction. Afterwards, she addressed the man, "Your sack, if you will."