"It's more that I ain't sure I trust this Granny Myra," Furfur replies with a shrug as they saunter through the city, arms looped together. "Back home, it felt like it was a 50/50 chance that the local "auntie" would turn out to be a hag, and dealing with them rarely goes well. With any luck, we'll find the herbs necessary for me to brew up an animal-speaking potion of my own."

"The dog definitely sounds like the best place to start," he agrees, bumping his hip lightly against Night Sky. "With any luck, he'll be the only one we need to ask, so we can have fun chatting with the rest."