Felltree Marsh the hanged man

She wasn’t quite sure how to answer about the views. Masquerade had never actually been to the top of the rise, though she had climbed far enough to appreciate some rather lovely vistas. How could she know if she was seeing the whole world or only just a small sliver of it?

The woman swept the thought clear out of her head with her next remarks. She hadn’t a clue what to make of the wink, though Masque forgot all about that, too, when Chanterelle formally introduced herself and painted quite the picture about her distant homeland.

She didn’t believe in such things, though Masquerade thought it might be rude to say that, so instead she said, Oh. What are you doing here?