Where to begin on her. [ A small sigh escapes. He's had quite the history with Dorothea.]
Her gift was a lucky rabbit's foot. Any time I held on to it, I had great fortune while others around me suffered ungodly bad luck. It's why I hardly carry it around, with the exception of the full moon. Under that narrow circumstance it seems anyone who holds the foot receives good favor without any penalties.
[ A pause. Lips flat line and his tone shifts to deadpan.]

She's extremely clever and mischievous from the rare few times I've bumped into her. She frequents the forest area and loves to play games. Think of her as a smart child with incredible power. There is a plethora of lore on her. But no one source can seem to recall her origins.

[ As much as he complains about her, he'd be lying if he said he didn't admire her high regard for animal life. He also empathizes with her survival instincts and tactics. Living off the land is no joke, and she seems to make the best of it.

His eyes rest and lips go back to a more serious expression. The word child triggers his previous thought. ]