Storm looks down at the rock on the counter. Her gaze locks onto it and an immediate sadness washes over her. Then she smirks and chuckles. Storm reaches out to touch the rock, giving it a light pet, then slides it off the counter and slips it into her pocket. She picks up her glass and takes a big sip then sets it back down. 

"Me? No. But I might know someone." She winces as she looks at the collar. "Doing that to your own people... You gotta be a special kinda fucked up for that one. Fucking f-"

She stops herself, presses her lips together, and then takes a breath. "Anyways. I might know some people who can help but the problem is... Last time I saw them remove collars from pixies... The pixies fell over dead. So... They may be cursed or something? We should figure that out first."

She looks behind them at the doors to the tavern and then back at Nill. "So, Nill, did you just arrive? Like just now?"
 

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