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You drop to your knees like a sack of potatoes… with knees. Good timing, too–your knee barely meets the plush, mossy ground before you hear it: the buzzing of gossamer wings emerging from the vines!

Morook gets about a quarter of a word out of his mouth before the owner of the wings makes themselves known: their eyes watching you like a hawk as their mouth curls into a smile. Its owner can’t be much bigger than your palm, but you’ve been in Zoral long enough to identify what they are:

A Veeti. Just like Lila the Lamplighter!

“Well WELL~” Exclaims the interloper, her voice creaking like a rusty door hinge as she flutters over to examine you, “Visitors!” Her gaze travels down to stare at your kneeling forms. “And polite, to boot! Very interesting…”

Hovering around you and your friends, the owner of the arbor quickly grows impatient with your deference.

“... You’re going to sprout roots if you stay like that all day, y’know. Come now, what brings you to my humble grove, hmmm?”

You manage to glance over at Morook for about half a second before your gracious(?) host buzzes between you with a wry grin on her face!

“Oho… you seem interesting! Well, dear? What are you doing here, hm?”

Her tone doesn’t seem threatening… not yet, at least, but the significance of Morook telling you to kneel isn’t lost on you…

What say ye?
>Just passing through!
>Let Morook handle this!
>You’re heading to the Far-Throw Inn…
>Foraging! You’re foraging!
>What is SHE doing here?
>You came to admire her grove!
>You’re lost…
>Stay silent! She’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!