Swamped

Well, there's no reason you need to deal with this alone. There's plenty of greblings around, and whoever turns up can fetch Rudolph even if they can't help you directly.

"I've caught an intruder!" you shout. "I'm in the stable! I need backup!" You keep looking directly at her, to make sure she doesn't try to get away.

About a minute later, two greblings run in. You think you see a bunch of short shadows outside the tent, too.

"Isn't that Barb?" one of them asks.

"Last I checked, Barb still had her tail," says the other.

Right, this is going to be inconvenient to explain.

"Where's Barb?"

Your captive seems to be weighing their options. You give them your fiercest look.

"I was hiding in an empty wastebin, so I stuffed her in there after she found me. Figured I'd be gone by the time she woke up."

You glance at the greblings.

"Tell somebody to go look and make sure she's okay. It seems we've got quite the crowd outside."

The slightly-taller of the two greblings nods, and heads outside. The other one seems rather nervous. Maybe it's your voice, or just the fact that you're threatening someone he knows - even if it's not actually them.

You're thinking hard about what to ask when Yvonne steps in. She seems upset.

"Does someone want to tell me what all this commotion is about?"

"Um," says the nervous grebling. "The human's holding Barb in a threatening way, except apparently it's not really Barb. My brother went to get a search party going."

Yvonne looks directly at you.

"Whoever that is, put her down."

"I'm worried she'll run."

"I can keep her from doing that. But meanwhile, there's a silhouette on the tent walls of a human holding a grebling up off the ground, which isn't exactly making anyone comfortable."

She has a point. You put "Barb" down, gently, but you still keep a grip on her arm.

Not that you're sure where to go from here. More questions, maybe?