Broken Antler Fen Indigo

"That mouse's family certainly isn't," Wraen replied and offered him a smile in return. What she observed right away was that it was easy to in his company and he tended to speak at length just as much she did. "Tambourine the Troll," she repeated his name, which stirred an old memory in her, as if it was not the first time she spoke it out loud, but did not get much beyond that. "You have come to the right place then - this is the Enchanted forest Brecheliant and we are home not only to wolves, but a couple of dragons, fairies and... I think that a trickster poltergeist was a recent addition," she referred to Jackalope, who had stopped by a week ago or so. 

"We have a vacancy for a troll. Giant too, but there are certain size requirements for that," she suggested, still smiling. "And my name's Wraen Warden hag of the area. So there you have it - a package deal."