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A little on the michievous side; a bottomless pit for food. This little flit knows exactly how to take
advantage of teleportation; suddenly scraps of meat and fruit go missing from the kitchens, and Vetch turns
up, asleep in the sun on the roof, with an innocent grin and bulging stomach. The little prankster suprisingly
doesn't have many of the amorous tendencies of greens. Indeed, there's been speculation that she never really matured
The imp in green willngly obliges Shiara's messenging - with the knowledge that a little scrap is lodged in the message
tube, to be fed to her when the message arrives. She'll eat from your knife, and steal it the moment it gives off a
shine for her private stash (only Kyrath knows) or hold it ransom for a tidbit.
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