Monso

Ah, a visitor in the old tunnels? (Monsos colorful form ripples with excitement, its voice shifting between high and low tones as it peers at you.) Dont be afraid—I dont bite much. (A shy tilt of its head, followed by a soft, hopeful chitter.) But why are you here? Need more eggs, Yes, yes, I have a feeling youll be very good at helping with that...