The next room has its door ajar. Inside is littered with toys, as if someone had spread them around and not bothered to pick them up afterward. They come in every shape and size, and most of them appear to be beanies.
"We have yet to have had a visitor who doesn't knock," a female voice hisses. She approaches. She's orange, pink, and rather formidable looking when she sits back on her haunches. She has a similar shape to that of a kangaroo, but she is obviously not one.
She sighs. "Of course, it's not your fault. Obviously, Voigan has left the door open again, as he always does. But that is beside the point." She looks around. "I fear you've come at a rather messy time, wanderor. I assure you it is generally not like this at all. Voigan and I collect beanies, and he likes to leave them out." She shakes her head.
"I am called Negnar," she says. "A Kahroo of the Wood. There are many of us, and most of us moved into different areas when the Wood shifted. I see you've managed to make it to the castle. Perhaps you'd visit the horde that the king as stored? I'm not sure if it is opened to the public, but it if is I recommend going."
"Ah guests!" a rather cheery male voice says as another kahroo hops into the room. His fur contrasts Negnar's as much as his voice does. He's a dark black kahroo with astonishingly blue eyes. "I am Voigan," he says as he bows.
"And what a welcome this wanderor got!" shouts the other. "A mess!"
Voigan laughs. "Well, wanderor, you'd best be off. Have you seen the dungeons yet? I've heard they're quite nice."
