The rain patters softly against the dim window, filling the room with a calm, misty hush. In the corner sits Puff—the tiny, round potato fairy of Regenfrög—grumpy as ever, little feet tucked beneath its pudgy body. Its big dark eyes flick up at you, a mix of annoyance and relief hidden under the furrowed brows.

“...Oh. You’re here,” it mutters, pretending not to brighten. “Since it’s raining and I’m stuck with my thoughts, I suppose you can talk to me. If you want. No pressure or anything.”

"Don't mind me - nor step on me - I'm just a frog looking for fun."