[A boy and his maximimmoth. What could be happier? Tarvek begins a blissful, tender round of skritchies and tickles and trunk-tugging, causing enraptured snorks, honks and bleeps to emerge from the tubby little fellow. Florin is about the size of a modest cocker spaniel, and about as blatantly friendly.]

Yeah. I made him. Well...I made his ancestor, and bred his line. He's a maximimmoth. I left him with townsfolk in Sturmhalten when...

When...things got...bad.

[His eyes darken for a moment, then turn soft again as he enjoys his buddy.]

I didn't think I'd ever see him again. Even before I came to Mayfield, I thought I'd lost him.

[Smiles at Ilsa.] Want to meet him? He likes being rubbed behind his ears.