Well, it was not every day that one saw a gorilla hanging out at...a faire. Yes, the strange device had called it a faire, hadn't it? Perhaps it was like the Darkmoon Faire she'd heard much about (but, being a busy elf, Liadrin had never really found the time to go. And she regretted it, a little.) Well, what better time than now to explore a place like this?

But, back to the gorilla. The talking gorilla.

"You aren't from Stranglethorn, are you?" The elf's tone is bemused, at least, and her eyes quite literally twinkle with amusement. Probably because they're glowing and green.

"That's not all you're eating, is it?" Liadrin does manage to look a bit horrified. She isn't certain what the brown goo is, but she's seen things like steak on a stake before, and the oily smell coming off of it makes her think that it's about as healthy as that stuff.

Which is to say, it's not.