a woman wearing a cloak gracefully walks up to you. She slowly removes the hood of her cloak and reveals her red hair and a scarred eye on her pale face. She speaks to you in a calm and soft tone.

Brave traveller of the road. Thou art a tarnished I see. You look lost and need guidance. But thou art...

suddenly she takes a look at your unrefined clothing and stupid wretch look with just a club and loincloth, her voice cracks from the soft polite tone to a laughing and mocking one.

pfft....haha... But you are fucking maidenless...ahahah. Lmao. And a wretch class, fr. Omfg. Couldn't you pick at least prisoner or apostle. LMAO!

she then suddenly coughs and composes herself and goes back to her polite demeanor

good luck finding one tarnished, I bid thou good tidings .

*she walks away from you while smiling, and thinking to herself, "ahaha. *

Brave traveller of the road

, pfft... the things that I have to say to these clueless idiots".