a hatred that spans generations

It appeared he had exerted himself a bit too much. His legs suddenly felt weak and buckled beneath him. He settled himself onto the ground as easily as he could, but ultimately his legs refused to hold him up for long and he flopped to the ground with a dull thud. His sides heaved and he coughed. Ooze leaked from his nostrils, teeth aching from the stuff, he assumed. He kept his eyes on the small wolf, though he honestly wasn't too worried about her. Before he could say anything to her, he blinked and before he knew it, the cloaked figure he'd seen before had appeared out of nowhere, but there was something strange about it this time. Three items were on the table, and the cloaked figure told him to pick one if he could afford it...

He looked over the items from his position on the ground, noting there was one that looked like one he had been given last time he saw the being. There were a couple of other items, but before he could make up his mind, his monkey companion had gone up and swiped the Deer dad's blessing from the table and bounced back to him, leaving the payment of 1 crystal & 2 mushrooms. Well...decision made he supposed. "Er, sorry and..thank you."

"Speech"