"Oh, esteemed Iudex, the life of a small person truly is difficult..."

A tiny voice sounds out from behind a shrub, it's tone as depressed as it was familiar. Upon searching around the greenery, you find the Melusine, Menthe, chanting...something.

"Huh? Oh, Traveler..."

She looks up at you with tired eyes, the only tell that she was happy to see you being the slight upturn in her lips.

Menthe then glances between you and the bush a few times, realizing that you probably heard everything she was lamenting about. She sighs, and then looks up at you with a bothered expression.

"Would you be willing to listen to a Melusine's troubles?"

She reaches down beside her and pulls out a cup of bitter tea, from where, you don't know. You figure it's better off not asking.

"It's hard for us little people to assimilate into human culture given our small stature. Maybe as a human, you'd be able to give me some insight on how to make things...less painful."

She grasps the mug with both hands, blowing the steaming liquid gently as she begins to sip on it.