Before you can really tell them that you just accidentally walked into the room – you're still new enough, you try to comfort yourself, that you're not entirely sure what rooms you're walking into – you're pulled forward and sat next to the goblin that's squinting at you. Maybe she just needs glasses, do goblins have glasses? You've never dealt with a goblin before. The coroaki decides that the four of them is enough for whatever thing they were planning because he goes before you all and puts his hands on the table. "Welcome to one of our more...official swampsquatch meetings." You think that might be for your benefit because the other two present are a lot more familiar to this than you feel. It's almost silly enough that you neglect the fact they're talking about a cryptid. The coroaki turns to his board with all the pride of a parent looking at a child, hands directly on his hips as he puffs up his chest some. "The swampsquach is Shantyland's greatest kept secret-"
"What about literally the hundreds of other secrets Shantyland has?" the eyeless being next to you has a strange voice, almost like you didn't physically hear it. Does she have a mouth?
"One of Shantyland's greatest kept secrets," he corrects without a fuss or stress. "The swampsquach has eluded even the best Rangers of our times. For years, we've been told that this being is a myth, a legend – some people have even been so bold as to say it's a hoax! A hoax, can you believe it?" He waves his hands eagerly, moving forward to tap at the board. "With this much evidence, how can such a thing be a hoax??" His eyes are so bright as he looks at the assembled group.
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