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Badlands, huh? I'm Tybault, He glanced over the man, wondering if the name was some kind of descriptor. A bad omen. Did he still believe in such things?

I'm looking for a fox, actually, Tybault continued with a slightly wry grin. An albino fox, to be exact. Before you ask why, I don't know. You'd have to ask my sister. He certainly didn't intend to question her himself. She was half out of her mind with grief, and who could blame her?

If she wanted an albino fox, she would have one. I don't expect to find one here, but this is sadly the best path out of Hearthwood, He sighed and shot another glance at Badlands. You're just traveling, then? He still couldn't get a read on this guy.