Sawtooth Spire They want me to go eat some worms

"No, you didn't," Elfie interjected, when Quellcrist spun the tale of the fish-tree. In his experience nothing that could move on it's own or bleed was associated with plants. There was a dim memory of observing fish at some point in his life - it flashed before his eyes vividly and was gone again. Beyond the reach of Elfie's inner google-search. 

Wylla's name made him cringe - for a reason he could not either fathom or understand. And there was a very strong unwillingness of finding her, let alone be anywhere near her. "Ummm... I have no idea. You sure, you want to find her? She is kind of..." - creepy - he almost said this, but stopped in the right moment. His head snapped around and he scanned the surroundings, just in case the said wolf was lurking somewhere near. "... leadery."

He finished his sentence with a new word made by himself. It was harmless enough and only he knew that it was more an insult than a praise.