"Certainly. We can chat as we walk," says the creature, seemingly pleased with the chance to speak. It moves into the hallway, approaching closer to Coda and the others (unless they resume walking, in which case it merely proceeds at its slow pace).
"I recall a time long ago at the winter ball, I had invited a dear friend and sweetheart to be my guest. It was a lovely time, and the wine and song lasted long into the night. Unbeknownst to me, my eldest brother decided to slip powdered mushrooms into my drink at some point. I think he meant to afflict my humor with illusion, or perhaps render me incoherent, but regardless he did not fully understand the nature of plants. Instead of veiling my vision with dreams, the wine formed a rather... unstable weather, shall we say, in my lower stomach. As much as I tried, I could not excuse myself fast enough from my beloved and released a thunderous blast in the middle of the dance.
"Oh, it was quite embarrassing. Everyone laughed at my misfortune, and even my friend could not contain her mirth."