You hear a childlike voice behind you call ‘HEY COURSER.’ Soon it is joined by others, becoming an obnoxious chorus of very specific and targeted insults. You turn to see whose rude baby this is and are met with one of the dungeon’s most annoying trials: imps, with cherubic faces and foul mouths. How do you deal with this negging?

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One word is on the lips of every spirit, two-legged or Courser, man or elf: Galatea. Galatea. Galatea. The Harvester is silent if queried on the matter. What do you make of this?