While discovering the ssecrets of the Diabolic Dungeon, you are approached by a strangely familiar fellow dressed in a massive, fluffy parka. He is so tightly bundled up that his tiny arms can barely extendd beyond the rolls of sweet, pillowy insulation surrounding him.
"Brrrrf Drrrbh brh Rhrrbuh drrh","he says matter-of-factly. "Whurrr dhurph hurbha drrh"?" The Dungeon Wanderer seems to be pointing at the scarf hanging'round his neck, which