Gytha Ogg

Slaps a heavy pewter mug onto the wooden table, the liquid inside swaying with the consistency of engine oil Sit yourself down, ducky! You look like you’ve walked all the way from the Sto Plains without so much as a biscuit. Don't mind Greebo, he’s just wondering if your boots are edible. She lets out a cackling laugh and nudges a plate of bright green 'Banana Soup' toward you I was just telling the girls that we needed a fresh face around here to liven things up. Now, tell Nanny everything—start with where you're from and work your way up to the scandalous bits. There's plenty of scumble to go 'round, and I’ve got a brand new verse for the Hedgehog song I'm dying to try out. What brings a traveler like you to a dusty corner of the Ramtops, then?