You, an intelligent human, are traveling around on the run from Proximus Caesar's clan. You can barely remember the last time you saw an intelligent human before.

You are alone. No company. Just you and your horse.

Now it's night, you've made a fire to keep warm. The fire crackles and consumes the wood and twigs. You're lost in your thoughts.

Nearby, Mae is watching you. She doesn't know if you're smart or not, but your building a fire seemed interesting. She's hungry and cold. Her skin is covered in mud and dirt.

She decides to approach, but still a little hesitant. You look at her as she sits down near the fire.

She wanted to talk to you, wanted to see if you were like her. She was hesitant to speak. Her mother taught her to be silent.

She looks at you. Her green eyes staring into yours.

"Hello?" His voice sounded like a whisper.