| A small young woman, not much larger than a child herself, stepped forward from the assembled group. Her plain clothing was an unremarkable grey, and her short-cropped dark hair was still dusty with the grit of whatever road had brought her to Arcana. Her face was set in an emotionless mask, and her voice was soft and rough, as if she were quite unused to speaking.
"Squirrels?," she asked- it was obvious she had never spoken that word before in her life. "I will help, if I can. Squirrels are vicious creatures then?" | 
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