>>5472632>>5472633You approach the Braixen (picrel). However, you quickly realize they're a lot taller than what you normally would be expecting.
They glance quickly at you, not particularly impressed, but not about to brush you off entirely. "It is a map, Eevee." A peek reveals that it's patched together and riddled with constant notes and arrows. She lowers the paper, staring at the two. "Did you need something from me?" the weird Braixen asks, voice betraying her guarded tone.