Triss was clearly a Scarlet Witch with countless secrets.
She had been telling her adorable little Murphy stories about her past, but those stories seemed never to end. They showed just how active and unlucky Triss had been in her heyday—and just how much she loved wandering all over the place.
Murphy was also quite sure that part of Triss's fatal allure came from her misty past.
Although Triss had been coasting for more than a century and was no longer the wicked witch who could scare children into silence, the things she had done in her "glory days" clearly hadn't faded away with time.
Like today, when Murphy learned yet another piece of her "dark history."
No wonder she knew the goatfolk stories so well. Murphy had been taken in by her, thinking she was simply well-traveled and knowledgeable about the continent. But it turned out Triss had been one of the people involved in the story all along.
She even had the title of "Honorary Elder" in the Abyssal City of Widia.
You've really got it, don't you!
She'd been running around earning reputation without any system prompts, and now all that reputation had benefited her little man. I'm really crying over here.
But now that he'd confirmed they were "one of us," Murphy's attitude toward the group of stranded goatfolk softened. He even let them gather the remains of their companions, so they wouldn't be ruined as snacks by the trolls currently enjoying their "game."
It was an extremely generous gesture, and it moved the goatfolk beyond words.
It was hard for anyone who wasn't a local of the Dark Mountains to understand why they were so moved. To them, Murphy was risking the trolls' anger by letting them gather the bodies. That was unmistakably an act