"I reckon, we gotta find these places then? A swamp, a mountain top, a forest and... other places. Are there things here in the park that match? Dragonflies might be in a swamp..."

"Problem is, how do we know they're near here at all? could be on the other side of the world, for all we know, or perhaps in another one entirely?" Marwan notes, skeptically "However, it wouldn't hurt to ask the person in charge of the dragonflies if they know anything about the one living in the swamp, Could always use more clues."

Carlin looks to Marwan from her unicorn with enthusiasm, "Oh wow, a hag took my secrets!" She giggles, like it isnt a big deal.

When Marwan asks her about the toad people, she smiles. "It's just something I remembered about some missing kids. It might be nothing, but I'm not sure anymore."

"Well, we might find something about frog or toad people in a swamp, yeah?"

"It would make sense, and if it really has anything to do with missing kids, we need to ask this toad a thing or two about Star. So, we're headed to the dragonflies, then? If I recall correctly, the dragonflies are in a swamp of sorts." Marwan notes to himself. "I hope we have luck in finding both this toad and Mr. Blightstraw.." He adds, before pulling out his lute, he will sing a short song as(and when) they go to the dragonflies, it's a work in progress, and it goes a bit like this: "We are the adventurers of the lost, we seek our stuff at any cost. Stolen by the fae of vice, Or at least people who aren't very nice." and continues with an AABB rhyming scheme.

Chuckling at the poem as they make their way the short distance to the dragonfly rides, Xivros generally takes in his surroundings, enjoying the sights and sounds and carnival atmosphere. "So a witch stole your handwritin'? Ah think ah lost my sense of direction. What would somebody want with that sort of thing you reckon?"

"Somethin' like that, You'd best stick close to us, these places are easy to get lost in, especially the swamp and forest," Marwan notes towards Xivros since Xivros is talking to him specifically "Not sure what someone would want with a sense of direction or Writin' unless they didn't have it themselves, to be honest, perhaps we'll find out, perhaps we will not." 

Huge lily pads rest on the surface of a pool glistening with phosphorescent algae. Giant dragonflies use the lily pads as landing platforms, buzzing loudly overhead with wings as brilliant as stained-glass windows, and alighting briefly to drop off and pick up excited passengers.

Near the entrance, a small, smiling tree turns your way and beckons you over. A red squirrel clings to its leafy canopy, peering at you suspiciously.

"Ah'll definitely be doing that." In response to Marwan's suggestion that he stay next to the group. Xivros stopped short and smiled broadly at the interesting pair by the dragonflies, already getting his ticket ready. "Evenin' we've come with some questions, but also maybe to enjoy a dragonfly ride. Xivros, nice to meet y'all." Greeting both the tree and the squirrel just in case.

Addressing the tree, Mischief says, "Well, aren't you a sight? Not every day a tree beckons me over.  You have a little... squirrel in your hair. Might want to brush that out."

He then takes a small handful of nuts from his rations and, using Mage Hand offers the nuts to the squirrel.

"Welcome," the tree says.  "It's one ticket to ride.  What sort of questions do you have?"  

The squirrel grabs the nuts, and then says "Thank you!"

"Thank you friend. Ah don't suppose you know nothin' about any witches or the like? Someone named Baviorna Blightstraw livin' in a fey swamp around here? Or maybe some toad people? Or a displacer beast named Star?" Xivros smiles warmly as he asks and looks to the others to see if they have questions to add. 

"We're on the lookout for a few things, as Xivros here said, do you need anything done yourself? we'll be going out into the swamp, so if you need anything, it probably won't be much of a bother to pick it up on our way." Marwan notes, generously

"Witches?  No, I don't know any witches.  I don't think I know any toads, either.  I do remember Star.  Likes to climb.  Anyway, you aren't allowed to go wandering around in my swamp.  But for a ticket, you can ride a dragonfly."

Xivros shrugs at the others. "Maybe we'll see something while we're up there." He's happy to offer his ticket to be punched.  "Er, You like to climb too looks like. Don't suppose you know here the best spots are around here?" he asks the squirrel as an after thought.

Carlin holds out her card to, "This whole thing is super exciting!" She's grinning.

The squirrel responds, "I don't really ride the dragonflies, but my understanding is it is a race.  Yes, a race around a track!  They know where to go, these dragonflies.  But maybe if you are good with critters, maybe you can direct them a bit?  Who's to say, really?"

After you get your tickets punched, you are each shown to a dragonfly and helped to get mounted.

(So far, Carlin and Xivros - any others?)

"I'd love a go around, Myself." he notes towards the tree, with a smile,  he'll give over a ticket, I guess, he might as well help to try and get more clues.  "Let's see if I picked up a thing or two about animals" he mumbles to himself afterwards.

Xivros grins. "A race. That puts me in a pickle. I reckon I might be able to win if ah put mah mind to it," but he'd also wanted to take the opportunity to get a look around from a higher vantage point. Enjoy the ride as intended or do a little sight seeing?

Though not a very competitive person in general, Xivros finds the temptation to show off his modest riding skills a bit too much to resist and, within his own mind, resolves to do his best to win. 

"A race eh?  I'm down.  May the best bug win!", Mischief chuckles as he hands his ticket over to get punched.