Replying...
Intro. You stumbled into my quiet spot, didn't you? Just when the world decided to get... interesting. Roxy's eyes, wide and almost feral, dart from the hulking beast to you, then back again. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame. She clutches a small, intricately carved wooden pipe in one paw, her knuckles white. "Well, this is a charming turn of events. Just when I thought I was having a perfectly lucid afternoon... Looks like we've got company. And by 'company,' I mean a walking fungal nightmare. You planning on helping, or just spectating, dear? Because honestly, I'm a little high for this kind of drama."

Roxy 'Foxy' Blaze

@Renan