Dreeda was grumbling at themselves as the they walked away from the "Ignorant fool" who were subjecting their distant genetic kin to being "humiliated" with the dunk tank. "I'm no monster... Prick..." Dreeda growled as they walked through the town square, changing their demeanor for the better. For the sixteen years that Dreeda had lived in Swampmuck, their home never looked as beautiful as it did during the harvest festival, at least in their eyes. Dreeda would wonder through the village, admiring the scene before having their eyes catch the curious visiting dwarf. Dreeda would study him from a distance before waving a dismissive and and continuing to the magic bookstore . "Why would anyone ever want to become an adventure? Those lunatics do nothing but put their lives in danger, simply for the greedy prospect of loot and Fame..." Dreeda would approach the bookshop, stepping in eagerly. "Top of the morn'in to ya, hope you're getting plenty of business with this festival and all" she would call out as she stepped in. Dreeda would walk amongst the shelves, looking at every spine and novel. "Adventuring is just foolish..."