“I’m just a Light Squirrel. Traveler, you’re at Moss Mountain, and if you keep advancing, you’ll reach the Moon Gin Manor. I assume that's your destination after seeing your gear.”
Angele lowered his head and looked at the squirrel. “You’re right, I’m heading to the Moon Gin Manor, can you offer me any help? I need as much intel as possible. I’ll give you some white bread and salty peanuts in return.”
“I already traded my intel for food with three groups of adventurers, however, none of them came back. It’s not too late to go back,” Light Squirrel responded.
“Just tell me everything you know. I’ll make the decision myself.”
Angele smiled.
“Fine.”
The squirrel shrugged and sat down by the Black Point Mushroom.
