"Hey, excuse me! I really need to know what's going on" you yell. The red one looks back at you.
"I'm sorry, Blood Giant, but was I talking to you? No. Please go back to the Outer Wilds, in which you came, unless you plan to help, which I doubt a rude Giant like you would do. Come fellow Mycelium! Let us head back and repair what has been broken. The door needs to be repadded, the aqueducts fixed, and the wheat fields resown...
As he says this, he begins to walk away, and the other Mycelium follow.
"Wait, please! I need to get out of here-" Out of instinct, you pick up their red leader. You expect to feel something flesh-like and squishy, but instead his base is wood-like. He's also heavier than you imagined, and as you pull him closer you can feel something almost moving from inside him. Not like a pulse- more like ticking, as though the small creature were a watch.
"What in the name of Mau and Iwiw! Put me down!"
You give him a surprised look. "Did you say Mau and Iwiw? Those are my Grandparents."
The red one struggles in your grip. "I'm surprised you're familiar with our Great Giants. Iwiw and Mau gave us The Night Light, the Scarlet Dragon, and all the structures you see around you... the wheat fields... the Blue Bridge...and our city of Portabella. Some even believe that the Giants were the ones who created our race...
"I see..." It seems as though your Grandparents were involved in this secret society, somehow. And now that you think of your Grandmother, you realize that soon it will be dinnertime, and she still needs to take her bath.
The red one sighs. "Blood Giant, if you meet Iwiw and Mau in the Outer Worlds, tell them we are thankful as always... and if they could send some help, or a sign, anything...and please loosen your grip."
You place him down.