The old woman seems capable of walking on her own, strangely enough. Maybe she just needed some, uhm, encouragement.
She's limping, but otherwise she looks fine.
Looks like a cozy little burrow, like a hobbit hole.
Cozy.
They don't look like the edible sort. If fact, these mushrooms look cancerous, and ugly.
I promised that, uh, nice old woman to visit her home, so I should do that. Besides, I'm not sure I'll be able to find my way back without instructions. I'm not the rugged outdoorsy type.
Not until I've at least looked inside the old woman's house.
They look cancerous, and I'd rather not touch them.
Oh dear, oh dear, where is the monster?
She, uh, vanished like smoke up a chimney. Do you know what happened to your brother? He just ran off, didn't even stop to say goodbye.
I met him back on the road. He was running like the wind, said that when you helped him out the window, he spotted the Gribbler returning, so he went to get help.
I told him to alert the village, gather as many of the Banda as possible, and come back here, and that I'd try my best to aid you in the meanwhile.
Thank you, that was very brave of you.
Brave of me? Oh my. You defeated the Gribbler. You are a hero. I owe the life of my brother to you, the life of everyone in our tribe.
Hi, Ben.
I know my fellow Banda will want to reward you for your gracious deeds. You are invited to our village with me, and I will tell my people to prepare a grand feast for you!
You don't have to do that, Ben. I just did what anybody would have done.
But you did it. Give me your map, and I will show you where our village is. Then I must run ahead to tell the Banda that the Gribbler is no more!
