Don't I know it. ( Trying to get a compliment out of Granny was like trying to wrestle and alligator, and she's frankly rather go with the alligator.

So... there are werewolves here. Okay, good to know, but the description is confusing. Musing, quiet: ) Different worlds, different rules.

( Still, she's shaking her head, like it might help her understand better, before leaning back from the pile of wood she's built for their fire. It's ready whenever Merrill is, leaving her free to grab a waterskin. )

The Inquisition? What's... what are they so inquisitive about? ( It could be a dumb joke, but there's some genuine concern in her gaze. Inquisition was a loaded term, even if she was no history buff. )