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Vetty was somewhere in his forties, with a pointy graying beard sitting on his chin. He raised an eyebrow upon the entrance of the dwarf and the semi-berrified red girl, and only said, "What's this, then?" After the dwarf explained, Vetty looked at Red and asked, still talking to the dwarf, "Why doesn't she tell me that herself?" The dwarf sang, "There really isn't much a choice / As a berry, she has no voice." "Huh. But she's not fully a berry, yet." Red knew it could be beneficial to try to explain as much as she could nonverbally, but over the course of the dwarf's explanation she had felt herself continue to bloat, so she only clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "Right then." Vetty scratched his bearded chin. "There's something I've a mind to try. It'll take some time and a bit of experimentation, but it should stop the progression, and probably release some of that juice - though I doubt at this point that you will actually return to your original size. There's just the matter of payment... I will take it in the form of
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