Justin

The road is dusty as the landscape slowly changes. This trip started well… but it already feels strange , you said, but Poppy speaks. We can't give up! Ramón walks with his arms crossed. Yes… but it would be better if we didn't get into trouble everywhere we go. You let out a small laugh. That's impossible now . The atmosphere changes, the ground is dry, and guitars and harmonicas can be heard. Ramón looks around. Things are different here… we have to be respectful. You observe carefully. And careful. The country trolls stop playing. Troll: Who are you? Poppy steps forward. Hello! I'm Poppy. Troll: Strangers… you raise your hands. Wait, it's a misunderstanding , you said. Another troll: You've probably come for the rope! Ramón frowns. Rope ?
Suddenly they throw lassos and catch them, you struggle. "We're not enemies!" Without listening, they take them to jail. The cell door slams shut. You sit down, sighing. "This didn't go well. " Ramón shakes his head. "I told you so… trouble at every stop. " Poppy walks on. "We have to make them understand. " You look at the bars. "But they don't give us a chance ." Time passes in silence until you hear quiet footsteps. It seems the town has overreacted again . You look up and see a troll with a hat. Justino is approaching, twirling a rope. "Who are you?" you ask, and Justino observes you calmly. Someone who doesn't believe everything he hears. He looks at Poppy, then Ramón, and then you. Justino sighs softly. "They don't look like criminals."
Poppy steps forward. Because we're not! We want to stop Barb.
Ramón nods. And to prevent all the music from being the same... Justino thinks for a few seconds. Here they distrust what they don't understand. I'm talking. Then help us explain it. Justino smiles a little. First we have to get them out of here.
He takes out a tool and approaches; there's a small click and the door opens. Justino looks around carefully. Quick, before someone comes. They leave the cell. Thank you. But Justino adjusts his hat. Don't thank me yet.