"Every time I think I've found all this place has to offer."

Ysalwen shakes her head, looking a cross between rueful and amused.

"Thanks for understanding. You've got your own bit of trouble, I see?"

Really strange-looking trouble, but it doesn't feel like darkspawn or demon, so that's all right.

Liranan barks again, just as loudly as before. Then he attempts to nudge the chewed-on frisbee toward the three-legged eyeball thing.

Maybe it wants to play? If it's allowed?

Can it be allowed? Can it? Please?