The next two creatures you meet approach you cautiously, although they hold interest in their eyes. One looks at you uncertainly. She is very equine like, yet she also makes you think of felines.
"I am Sevilania," she says. "I heard you were a wanderor. Any truth to that story?" She eyes you suspiciously.
"Yes," you reply, but before you can introduce yourself properly, her companion speaks up. He is small with a tawny color with long wings.
"Ohh, you are a real wanderor?" he exclaims. "Call me Owaenry, and together Sevilania and I protect one of the many secrets of the Wood. One of the secrets that can only be opened by a wanderor."
You're listening very closely now, and Sevilania leans in to speak to you quietly. "If you know the password, that is, we can't just go out hanging these out like lolipops. So, what do you say? Do you know the password?"
Tell them you know the password
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