[The werewolf speaks, and an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as Nancy tries to stifle the feelings of shock and fear currently coursing through her veins. Nancy swears the entire cafe has gone silent, but it might be her imagination. She can see from the corner of her eye that the kind waitress is watching, perhaps wondering if she should intervene. But Nancy's got this. She might have been caught off-guard, but her mind quickly starts piecing things together.
Her eyes flicker down to one of the pamphlets, drawn to the word 'werewolf' (also underlined). Then she looks back up, having already noticed the werewolf's behavior toward her: the swaying tail, the gentle teasing. The monster means no harm. It's just... Nancy hasn't yet seen a Ryslig monster with her own eyes.]
No. ...No. [She repeats the word, as she always does when trying to act like everything's fine.] Sorry. Can I help you?
[She doesn't recognize the woman. Her expression shifts from shock to a gentle concern.]
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Her eyes flicker down to one of the pamphlets, drawn to the word 'werewolf' (also underlined). Then she looks back up, having already noticed the werewolf's behavior toward her: the swaying tail, the gentle teasing. The monster means no harm. It's just... Nancy hasn't yet seen a Ryslig monster with her own eyes.]
No. ...No. [She repeats the word, as she always does when trying to act like everything's fine.] Sorry. Can I help you?
[She doesn't recognize the woman. Her expression shifts from shock to a gentle concern.]