Spreading his arms wide, the Drow said with a sarcastic grin, "So, welcome to the Swamp of Stinkwell--which is actually as close to Hell as you can get without making the trip yourself! We're on a quest for a wrinkly little man in red robes called Dungeon Master, chances are you might have met him. And you are more than welcome to join us if you like, we can always use some more help!" Ushering their new friend into the camp, Sterling asked, "So are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? We don't have much, but what little we do have, we'll be more than happy to share with you!"
Psilorabbit looks around at the group of people uneasily. Replying to Sterling, ”Um, I’m not really hungry at the moment, though I am sort of curious what manner of beings you all are?”
Psilo sits down on a nearby log. “I’ve not seen your kind before… I-I mean …that is… um, you have no…. uh… n-no fur,” he says with an embarrassed look on his face. “N-not that it’s a bad thing mind you; I have nothing against nudists.”
“But, anyway, I’m on a quest of sorts, too. That is, I’m trying to get home… and the Dungeon Master told me I that I might find a way to my home world by joining your group.” Psilo gestures towards the lot around him.
“So tell me about this quest you all are involved with…”