>>5391468>>5391512>>5391643>>5391645>>5391745>Stand guard, spear at the ready to defend Sigrid while she frees herselfYou raise the spear, still just as ungainly and unsteady in your hands. “Not to worry, Lady Sigrid. I’ll protect you!” You angle the point at the bush. “You there, beast! Reveal yourself.”
“My guardian angel.” Sigrid mutters.
The beast about the bush heeds your call. A figure, head stooped and back hunched, rises tall above both of you. A bosk of thick blonde hair run through with greenery hangs over a muscular frame. It eyes you up from the bush with an uncertain look.
“Ah–..! Master Sigrid! Look!” You whisper, pointing out the “beast” with your spear. “I’ve heard of these before.. they’re moss people, right? They’re super rare! Like, fey people of the woods, or..”
“Moss people aren’t real.” She shoots back. “That’s just a feral woman.”
>Attempt to converse with the moss person.>Jab the spear a few times toward the potential enemy.>Try to back away with your witch.>Write-In. 