The Feywild? Hm.

[The little green man whose head was patted wrinkles its nose at Sumina and sticks out its tongue.

Amelia packs in more dirt around him.]

So far, this world and other worlds from the sound of it sound much more openly magical than mine. I'd like to hear about this Feywild later when we're not so busy... Ah.

I don't think I've caught your name?

[Also don't mind her, she'll just be gently shoving mounds of dirt over other green men who are quickly finding out not to mess with this redhead.]