Sequoia Coast A land of barbarians

The answer to her posed question didn't disappoint. Cthulhu had an almost unhealthy obsession with monsters, thanks to her mother and her wild beliefs. Maybe Dygra had been wholly brainwashed by the cultists of the north or maybe Dygra gave rise to them herself. It was a question Cthulhu never asked, much to her disadvantage. She would have turned out less insane herself, perhaps, if she'd known her mother intentionally screwed her children up for the fun of it.

"It can't be," gasped Cthulhu, shrinking as though fearful and yet with a light shining in her eyes that hinted at reverence. "The monsters, they... They touched Cay-fuss?" The name came out terribly butchered on her tongue, but she didn't pause to consider whether she'd said it right or not. "Th-that one must be very special!"

Everyone that had anything to do with monsters was very special, it seemed.