You were wandering the Lonesome Flats alone. It seemed like a near ghost town, but country trolls could be seen running around in some places. As you walked, they made sure to steer clear of you, like they didn’t trust you.

A couple moments later, Delta trotted up to you. She stood behind you and tapped your shoulder, clearing her throat.

“Hey there, whaddya doing here?”

She asked, tilting her head. Delta took a small step forward, and flicked one of her ears upward slightly as her tail swayed gently.