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An elk sways into the courtyard, it's hooves clattering heavily on the cobblestones. Still shedding it's winter coat, and exhausted from the rigors of the mating season and the harsh snows, the exhausted beast buries it's muzzle in the flowerbeds, noisily uprooting several of the plants as a gnome slips from his back. She picks an iris, turning the stem curiously in her hand, seemingly unaware of the spectacle she's making. As the elk digs up the beautiful garden and settles down into the cool, upturned earth, the gnome braids the flower into its antlers with a piece of twine. "Rest up, Mister Hopi." she says, cheerfully, hopping from one cobblestone to the next as she approaches the mass of adventurers, but something gives her pause.
Gaze fixed downward, she hops from foot to foot, pacing skittishly before bounding toward her kinswoman, Issi with an almost predatory fixation, paying no heed to the others. "Hullo! I was told I might find somebody who could escort Hopi and I to the Greenbelt. Whatcha talkin' about?"