Rutile

 is the mayor of the village. They are also on a constant state of worry of the space program burning down the village and of working to keep Marl from cutting down the tallest tree in the crater.

Initial Conversation

 * “You're actually blasting off in that thing, huh?”
 * >They really don't explode as often anymore.
 * “All I know is between the space program and Mica's model rockets, things seem to burn to the ground around here more than they used to.”
 * >I'm told my odds of survival are statistically quite high.
 * “Yeah, the space program's certainly come a long way. I should probably thank you for causing fewer flash fires than your predecessors. By the way, good luck with those retro rockets.”

Followup Conversation

 * “Hey, what can I do for you?
 * (If talked about Marl) >Marl is plotting to cut down that big tree. Again.
 * “Sigh... I suppose it's my duty as mayor to stop them. Again. When Marl fell out of that tree and broke their arm, I suspect they might have also hit their head on the way down.”
 * >Are you going to watch the launch?
 * “Of course! I'll be watching from a safe distance, obviously, and mostly to make sure nothing catches fire. But watching nonetheless.”
 * >Do you really worry that the space program will burn the village down?
 * “Only constantly. You learn to live with it. You also learn to sleep with a bucket of water next to your bed, just in case.”
 * >I'm good.
 * “Glad to hear it.”

After going to space

 * “You’re back already? Is everything OK?”