"It is good that you like it; this is a special beverage of our castle." Jasmine offered a faint smile, watching her strange friend enjoying himself.
Jasmine waited patiently until Elvius had tasted enough of the soy milk and soaked himself to his satisfaction before she finally brought up the matter of her desire to cooperate with Elvius.
"You want the bark of the Pinkkin tree?" Elvius struggled to adjust his head within the basin of liquid to face his good friend, fluid streaming incessantly down from his empty eye sockets.
"Hey, what is difficult about that? If you want it, I can harvest it for you.
Have you also discovered that Pinkkin sap is very useful? Using it to write characters allows them to be preserved for a very long time without fading over the years."
The Pinkkin tree was a common species within the Dry Tree Forest, growing abundantly everywhere.
To Elvius, it was no different from weeds by the roadside, possessing no great value.
