>>17942456"Wh-What? How did you lose it?!"
Baba Murkraga takes a seat, and decides to be abrupt about this, "It was stolen from me in a gruesome witch hunt about...fifty-five years ago, it had been in my ownership for decades prior.
"Stolen? Gee," you scratch the back of your neck, looking around the room awkwardly, "for some reason that doesn't surprise me more than it should."
The old crone takes a sip of her tea, then offers a shrug, "It happens often. These silly, despicable little runts running all over my premises, it's as if the fence made of skulls isn't enough to tell them to shove off before their hides get skinned. People try to steal from me more often than you think, it's nothing new. Though losing the Wallflower was perhaps the biggest blow I've ever taken."
A) "How so?"
B) "Who stole it from you?"
C) "And you somehow survived that witch hunt and lived for another half century. What?"
D) "You've had it for a while, so what does the Wallflower /do/, exactly?"
