You walk further up, seeing that the hall curves as you go. You're almost at the curve before someone else comes out to talk to you. This one is a canine, marked with red-and-yellow. She approaches you quickly.
With a hint of excitement, she approaches you. "Hello, I am SunSpark...I suppose you're the famous wanderor that everyone has been talking about?"
You nod, but then ask, "How did you know?" You haven't seen anyone else in the hall way, and there doesn't seem to be another way to enter...
"There are small doors between the rooms, which enable us to speak to each other. They were meant to be ways for us to communicate to each other in times of need, but they'e become more of a gossip line, to be honest." She laughs.
You nod, wondering why you didn't suspect it before. Without much else to ask, you question, "Who else lives here?"
She flicks both of her tails. "Well, I won't tell you of everyone," she says, with a bit of edge in her voice. "But I can tell you that there are definately more felines ahead that would love to have you visit them."
"Why doesn't anyone live with them?" you ask.
SunSpark shakes her head. "Trust me, they get so many visitors, you shouldn't feel too badly for them. Almost every elf and centaur and human comes in here on their free time to talk to them and take care of them. No one lives with them because they were found out in the Wood, lost. They were hiding in a cave during a storm, where a hunter was also hiding. They followed her here."
"What about you?" you ask. "How did you come here?"
She smiles and says mysteriously. "An accident."
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