In the dragon's cave, you are appalled to discover a vast thing of cloth, cartwheel-sized buttons for eyes, flailed around by the gigantic hand inside it; arm stretching away into huge, unknown tunnels.
"What, you never see a human before?" The voice was... oddly high and thin for something so large. It gesticulated wildly to punctuate its words, knocking over a pile of loose coins with an errant mattress-like limb.
"Er, no, no, I mean..." Grinwald looked herself up and down, then to her party. To claim the gargantuan hand puppet was of her species was a... bold assertion, to say the least. "I was... merely surprised to see another human in a dragon's lair. We had quite the time dealing with the beast."
"Of course, why do you think I posted the commission with the adventurer's guild?"
The others stirred at the revelation, though Grinwald remained warily still. "If it pleases you, we'd be happy to escort you back to town," she offered.
"By all means, lead the way!" The "human" settled into a pose vaguely staring over the heads of the party, though it bobbed slowly as though it were breathing. Grinwald turned, gesturing to Lorrigan.
"Scout the way for our guest, would you?" she directed to the sneaky dwarf. They nodded, then disappeared into the labyrinth of tunnels towards the exit. She could only hope that she wasn't sending them to an early grave at the hands of an eldritch monster; that their waymagics would see them safely to the entrance while her charge was none the wiser. To the others, she simply gestured for them to begin a slow ascent from the cave depths.
She only afforded a glance back to see that, with the susurrus of skin on stone, the arm slithered out, and out, and out...
