[ The video feed comes on with a jerk, and most of the screen seems to be taken up by an expanse of brown leather; a squeaky, cheerful voice becomes audible offscreen. ]
||"--and if you'd like to hear a list of all options again, just say "kupo," kupo!!!"||
[ There's an expectant pause. Abruptly, the camera's angle sweeps up, focusing dimly on a mess of blonde hair and a face that definitely isn't human. Is that... a muzzle? It's hard to tell, when it takes up most of the screen.
After a moment, the camera jerks again, and this time,
Fratley's face and upper body is properly visible. Even with the hat jammed firmly over his head, if the twitching ears and muzzle weren't enough evidence he wasn't human, the heavily-clawed hand he's tentatively lifting should be proof enough. He begins to speak, in an even, businesslike clip, only the splay of his ears the sign of any discomfort. ]
I was told that if I wished to find someone, this would be the fastest way to go about it, though-- [ he breaks off, thinking better of whatever he was about to say, before he resumes. ]
Has anyone seen a Burmecian child-- [ he makes a vague gesture at around mid-chest level, presumably to indicate height ] -- brown of fur, with an orange cap? He answers to the name "Puck."
Assistance in this matter would be appreciated. [ Another pause, then more hesitantly, ] --as well as more information on navigating this city.