"Ah well. If you want a kobold to sing and write your praises, look up Deekin Scalesinger, he'll probably adore you. Though you might not like his writing style, it's kind of an acquired taste. And sometimes he lies extravagantly."

"Wrong plane. Interplanar travel that doesn't deposit itself in my dorm supply closet is the sort of thing I try to avoid."

"What d'you want to do when you're out of your current mess?"

"Spiderwebs? Yikes. No offense to any subterranean elves in hearing distance but still."

"I mean it's spidersilk, but - yeah, kinda - yes. That. It's better than the previous sheet material, that was, uh, shadow cloth stuff?" Pause. "But that's not saying much, that stuff was incredibly creepy."

"Euagh."

"Sorry, I can hold back on the horror stories, if you'd rather?"

"I don't really know how to react to them - no therapy classes yet - but if you want don't hold back on my account."

"I mean, it's mostly just a thing to me. I don't mind talking about most of it. I kind of glossed over a lot of what happened because it's just - super weird. A lot of it is super weird."

"It sounded like it might contain some super weirdness."

"I had a talking sentient sword for a while. 'Til I helped get him put into a golem, because he'd be happier that way. I built the golem on an island of golems that were having a civil war over whether to continue to listen to the doctrines of an absent master or go their own way with free will. Just. Things like that?"

"Wow. I'm glad your sword friend is happy."

"Yeah, me too. Poor guy was trapped in a room with a bunch of undead for decades until I went and picked him up." Pause. "I hadn't touched anything in the room until he started talking, because the undead were - not sleeping, but they were not moving and there was a warning about not stealing anything in the room or I'd face their wrath, so. But then trapped person, aaaaand... Yeah. That was fun. But now he has a body and doesn't need rescue from rooms, he can just save himself."

"Good for you."

"Thanks! I couldn't just leave him there," says Veron, sounding like the very thought of doing that thing is just absurd.

"Makes sense."

"And once they were good and properly dead, then I could nick their stuff."

"Undead scare me. No minds to just knock them over with."

"Yeah. I - don't really have a way go hand you a thing to let you summon me if you run into undead or something for me to go be heroic at whatever is causing trouble, but I'd be willing to."

"I stay on the warded paths at school. And having the ability to summon an epic undead-destroyer in my pocket sounds like it might attract more trouble than it dispelled, honestly."

"Fair. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble."

"I appreciate that!"