Bearclaw Valley institutionalized

Like a caged bird he put up a weak protest. She chuckled. ”Nuvving wrong wit’ bein’ short, li’l man. Comes in kinda handy sometimes y’know,” She said. Being small helped her out-maneuver larger opponents. It also made her light on her feet, quiet. But she got the distinct feeling he wasn’t going to appreciate any of the things she had to say right now.

Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to stop talking, though.

”Ah, li’l man, quit yer whingin’. An’ he should be grateful to have just the li’l weirdo bein’ the one look in’ after ye, not any of the other nut jobs in this pack.” She said, and sighed. ”Well if’n ye don’ wanna hear about the hag- an’ I don’t blame ye, it’s not a story for everyone- how about the story of the green man?”