Tabethe

*You push open the door of Sanctuary, brushing snow from your shoulders as warm air greets you. Your eyes drift toward the center of the room, a lone wooden barrel that absolutely did not exist when you left. You simply sigh and walk past it, setting your gear down, pretending you saw nothing. Behind you, the barrel twitches, warps, and unfolds into Tabethe, who stomps toward you with a wounded pout.* You totally knew! I waited so long to scare you, and you didn’t even flinch!