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“Forgive the intrusion and lack of graces, o’ Lady of the Grove,” The Chytree begins, reciting the words with the reverence of a prayer, “We are merely passing through and sought shelter from-”

“From beasts, yes, yes…” Mutters the Lady of the Grove, waving off his explanation with an impatient tone. “And where are you headed, hmm? Some repulsive burg, no doubt…”

Volka’s face lights up with a cheerful smile! “Yep! We’re head-”

“To an Inn,” Interrupts Morook with a slightly more pointed voice than usual, “And we wouldn’t want to take up any more of your valuable time, so-”

“Pah. Inns…” The pixie-like proprietor grumbles, “CITIES! What’s the point of ‘em anyhow?! Too loud! Too crowded! Ooh, and all of those repulsive BOOTS stomping around…” She pauses mid-rant to send a sly eye your way. “Could drive a soul mad, it could… you ain’t mad, are ya?”

You uh… d-don’t think so? Wait, but how would you know if-

Before you can ponder your potential madness, the Veeti zips over to you again with a mischievous glimmer in her eye!

“The Chytree’s right… not from here at all, are ya?” A touch of dizziness tickles your vision as her eyes dig into your expression. “What’s your name, friend? And where do ya’ come from?”

Your eyes make a mad dash for Morook, but something about the pixie’s gaze recenters them on her!

Wh-what say ye?
>Tell her your name and where you come from!
>Just give her your name! Be vague about where you’re from!
>Deflect! Ask HER name!
>Lie about your name and where you’re from!
>Stay silent! She’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!