You're lucky. Though I'll take bothering over what they did to us last month.

[It was a different type, the tall slender ones - not tall compared to him, of course, but taller than the rest. He recognizes some of the ones here from the party, which is refreshing. It's good to know that despite the earlier violence, some of these creatures are still peaceful.

The stumpy, round little fellow is new to him but it seems to relax under the petting, and Rosinante crouches down in a squat so he can try to look it in the face.]

Give my hat back, please?

[He has yet to master the ocarina, but they do understand common speech, and with a sideways glance at his captor, and then at Rosinante, it rolls its shoulders and lets go with its teeth. Satisfied, Rosinante stands back up as he places the hat on his head, then rests his hands on his hips as he peers down at the two of them. Particularly the human one, since the spirit has closed its eyes while its toothy face now forms itself into a grin.]

Thanks. I'm Rosinante, by the way. You must have come off the most recent ferry, right?