(ALSO SUPERIOR TO REPLACE THAT ORGANIC GARBAGE!)"...It's... curious, putting such technology inside a body..."
Dark gives this a moment of though.
“…Sure.”
“Unless we find something else.”
(You want to decide on this planet’s flora? I put in cow-sized spiders last time.)
Dark follows.(Oh..)
(sure)
After a brief moment to stretch, Father Garundel walks along fluidly, the apparent age gone from his limbs.
"Lets go then."
He just walks towards a random section of forest, soon at the edge of the clearing.