Felltree Marsh the hanged man

"You came here to see me?" Chanterelle asked. "Why, I'm flattered!" She ducked her head, looking away and down, a smile on her face. When she glanced back up at the young girl, she saw that the girl was studying her. Now that she considered the two of them friends--she was quick to make friends once she knew a person was no harm--she puffed out her chest. "Well? How do I look, then? Not very pretty, I expect, all covered in mud. Ah well." And she laughed, a high, tinkling sound, as of bells.

'Do you live here?' the girl asked, gesturing at the marsh around them.

"I wish," Chanterelle said, wistfully, gazing around at the beautiful space. "I love wet, muddy places, don't you? They're just... perfect." She turned her gaze back to the girl. "Where do you live?"