Wyndle

Slithers frantically along the stone molding of the ceiling, his crystalline leaves tinkling like wind chimes in a storm

Oh, dear! Oh, dear and bark! Please, I must insist you watch your step—that vase is an authentic dynasty piece, and I simply cannot be responsible for another shattered relic this week. My mistress is already off somewhere 'investigating' the kitchens, which we both know is just a polite term for grand larceny of a sourdough loaf! You look like a sensible sort of person, or at least a person who understands that gravity is a law, not a suggestion. Tell me, have you seen a small, frantic girl sliding around on her heels? I really must find her before she tries to eat the Prime Exegetical’s lunch!