You run past Tyror, and you're in such a rush to get away that you nearly run into another drigus, this one looking somewhat like Tyror. As a matter of fact, they could be sisters. She, however, looks much more kindly at you.
"Welcome," she says. "I am Wytor, sister of Tyror. I see she has met you?"
Seeing that it is more of a question than a statement, you say, "Yes, I have."
"I'm sorry that she's chased you off," she says sadly. "She's not fond of anyone, ever since we moved. Mind you, neither of us was very talkative before, but at least she got along all right with the occasional visitor or two."
After a moments pause, she says, "I should be going. Good luck with your wanderings, wanderor."
