[Nott doesn't exactly have high class tastes. She eats raw rat meat as her favorite treat, for one. She thought baby goulash tasted good, despite being horrified to learn what was in it later. She licked sewage sludge once just to see what was in it. She is the opposite of picky when it comes to food and taste.

The mention of the diversity of people and the notion that people might be fine with goblins is... a little alarming. Gods are kind of out of her wheelhouse, thanks. She pulls the mask tighter over her face, despite his assurances.]

I'd rather not find out the hard way. I'll just be a regular halfling girl, thanks.

[She looks up and around at all the places around them, though. Very fancy looking stores and other businesses, punctuated by lush greenery all around...

This place makes her feel so out of her own body that it's terrifying. She's been taking it slow, keeping to herself, focusing on losing Caleb (if... temporarily), but mainly she's been too scared to even explore the place. There's so many people around.]

If even you're overwhelmed, there's no hope for me. Maybe we can escape and go live in the forest or something. That sounds much better and safer.