[Dixon makes a snorting noise at 'murdering elf assassin'. He wonders if he should just start making up bizarre fantasy shit when he talks about his life, just to see if anyone ever stops him and asks if it's true. There's just so much suspension of disbelief that has to exist here.]

Been happening for the last few days or so, someone just pops up with no idea what's going on and teleports back here if they wander off too far. I'm guessing you got a whole message about saving The Green too, since the rest of us all did.

[He gets the squirrel tied. It dap-daps a few drips of blood onto the stone floor.]

You got a name? I guarantee you're not about to wake up any minute soon, so we might as well get to know each other.