The wizard thinks for a moment, seeming troubled.
"There are more than 200 mythical creatures, did you know that?
Kinda fucked up, huh."
You agreed that, yeah, it was a little fucked up.
"I'll just tell you about the ones I remember. I'll add more when I think of them."
"Unicorns are horse-like beings, with horns on their forehead.
Kind of like a very, very dumb alit, but with more legs.
Their horns, when ground into a fine dust, can be used for potions.
Also, their skin makes for great armor."
"Dragons have their own tongue, and breath fire. Or so I've heard.
Never actually seen a dragon before. Apparently they can talk just like you and I,
but I don't think thats true. They can fly with long wings, and sometimes breath ice, or even undeath.
Dragons are dumb.
He looks at the shrew, who in turn gives you a confused shrug.
"Stupid mutts. Kill 'em all.
Though their fur is rather quill-like, and makes for good armor, they normally attack on sight.
Not much for conversation."
"Those aren't mythical."
"Ghosts are real."
The shrew nods in agreement.
"Imagine being named a bugbear.
What a stupid creature. Far below that of even a fifth rank wizard."
"Don't look at it."
"Most harpies are evil, seductive creatures.
They lure you into their nest, with promises of sex.
But there's never any sex.
The wizard draws a sad face with magical essence.
"I believe they inhabit Summerset?
Large creatures with five foot long wing spans.
Great for traveling on, not great for traveling with."
"Those aren't real, don't be silly."
YETIS / BIGFOOT / SASQUATCH
"Looks like your mom."
You want to ask the wizard for his thoughts on
cryptids now, but he seems winded. The shrew doesn't seem up for talking either --
you can hear shitty horrorcore bleed from the earbuds she's wearing.