"That's the idea, yeah. Though I'm starting to think that the Storyteller might help us out." He hunkers back down to dig out a rather grisly-looking weed with straggling roots that remind him uncomfortably of a spider's web. He tosses it aside with a grimace.

Figures they've heard language like that before. No reason for him to make shit worse.

"I mean, the mana pools help us out enough, but it's not like that makes a real appetizing meal, y'know?"