You take Hel over to the small section of camp Rathazul has cordoned off for his 'laboratory,' surrounding himself with glass tubes and beakers and other, stranger instruments. You poke through the array of equipment to find old Rath sitting in front of some experiment or another, furiously scribbling notes. With a light cough, you alert him to your presence.
"Hmm? Oh, good news ever- mother of god, what the devil have you got there?“ the old rat yelps, scrambling for the spectacles he just dropped. By the time he’s got them adjusted, Hel’s pressed her face right up against him, giving the poor man such a start he collapses.
"Well hello to you too, gramps,“ Hel laughs, offering Rath a hand up.
Grumbling a 'thankyouverymuch,' Rath struggles to his feet and stares at Hel. "Ahhh, a salamander! I haven’t seen one of your kind in some time. I thought you all moved off to the volcanic region...“
"Not all,” Hel says with a wink. "THIS salamander, for instance, is moving in... Oh, right about here, I’d say,“ she says, looking toward what’s to be her part of the camp.
“Goodness gracious, you certainly collect people, don’t you, Ninja?”
You chuckle, but before you can answer, Hel is struck by a sudden bimbo moment as she looms over some of the frothing beakers. "Oooh, what’s in here!?“
"DON’T TOUCH THAT, DAMN YOUR EYES!“ Rath shouts, shooing her away. "Stay out of my laboratory!“
Hel recoils, stumbling away from Rath’s experiments. "Damn, old man. I was just gonna ask if you could maybe help me set up a still or something?“
"A-wha? Oh! I see, well in that case... Hmm, I suppose I could do with a bit of the good stuff, yes... Well, we’ll see, young lady. We’ll see.“
Laughing, you lead Hel along towards her new home.