Sheba cracks a humored smile. "I've never heard them called fairies. But those rabbit-eared ones do look like something from a story." The other names are familiar to her (and her well-used staff.) Her smile doesn’t last as she latches onto his words with a guess.

"'Other things?' So, are you familiar with those…." She gestures helplessly a moment, trying to pull together a description. "Weird undead shape-changing owl things? I met one somewhere back there."

'Back there' is just Sheba gesturing behind her at the mishmash of greenery – though most of it is purple – and buildings; she misses having a map already.