> Anniel: retrieve your phone
> You straighten and move to the little living troll, go to tap her shoulder, bent almost double and still looming over her. She turns before you can touch her and gives you a questioning look.
“I would like my phone back, please.”
> Your tone makes it clear that you will brook no argument, you hope. Turns out you don’t have to. She hands it over, mutely, and turns back to her own mobile device, though you’re pretty sure she’s watching you out of the corner of her eye.
> You should probably figure out who she is, what she’s doing here, and why she has a tattered, floral skeleton hanging in the air behind her. And also why that skeleton is now trying to wink at you. But first, better check your messages and make sure nothing else has gone awry.