[open] she sells sea shells

"Yes. The Voice." There's no hesitation to offer this information either, though it's difficult to tell if it's because Ozoso doesn't know about the Voice's reputation, or if they don't care. "She didn't birth me, but she did create me. So, progenitor." The trade is changed, all of the rocks Osozo had leaving their possession in exchange for the two strange treasures. "Thank you!" They chirped happily, tucking the glass and the purse away in the same pocket the rocks had emerged from. "I am sorry I didn't have anything more appropriate to trade." osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty