Swiftcurrent Creek carousel

Why would we do something like that? he wants to ask, though he tries to think of a more tactul way to phrase it. In the interim, someone else appears to join them: a mid-sized male with muddy features and a vaguely melancholy air about him. Although his arrival doesn’t negate the question, it does prevent Vermouth from voicing it.

Odessia quickly corrects the stranger’s greeting. Although mildly amused by this, he frowns thoughtfully. Why is his accent so familiar? He wracks his brain, trying to place it as he remains silent. He’s happy to let Odessia do all the talking, especially since he has no clue what they’re doing here.