After much chastising from our anti-world-boss-ites, we marched on
Feralas and set our mildew-covered blades against the Lord of Truffles,
Emeriss. Of course, there can be no doubt about the outcome,
since we're posting about it, but for those who doubted we'd ever
finally decide to finish off the Fun-guy, forsooth! anon! woot!
He's pushing up moss:
