Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Oh, trust him, angry little squirrel, Gildas was just as confused as you were.

Significantly less indigant, of course, but, well, this angry little squirrel was setting that bar particularly high at the moment.

And here he was thinking maybe he'd had quite the night at the tavern to land him in impressive quarters such as these, but now, he was left wondering what sorcery had occurred instead.

"Well," he murmured, in a terribly familiar drawl that clearly had no right coming from such an unfamiliar face, "this is turning put to be quite the unexpected start to a morning, neh?"

Was that a squirrel in exquisite finery? Shouting indignation? Or was he hallucinating or perhaps still drunk or perhaps she'd been bewitched somehow? He supposed he'd find out soon enough, hopefully.