"Hey! Who are you?!" A young boy crawls towards you and listens to your response. "I'm Lyall, companion to the melcey pups that live here. And right now I'm watching over the melceys prize collection of beanies." He points towards a frightening large number of small plushies posed in wildly different positions.

"Just don't do anything bad to them. I really don't think Kilian would mind very much, he hates them with a vengence, but the others would be pretty mad." A shy look passes across his face for a brief moment. "The necco beanies are mine. I've been fortunate... that I've been able to have a necco of my own. His name his Sachio. Isn't he handsome?" The necco chirps and rubs his head affectionately against Lyall's chest.

Movement among the beanies diverts your attention away from the halfing, and you're suprised to see two of them moving around and talking in highly pitched feminine voices. "We are not beanies, nor plushies. I am Liren, a mijado. And my slightly larger friend here is Oliwe, a nuriep." The green one with the bright red mane haughtily informs you. "We come from Faidia as well, but there isn't many of us that live outside of there." As you process what the small equine said, you still swear to yourself that a few of those beanies are moving. And chattering.