Saint Germain was busy haggling the price of an apple with a trader. After a while, he pays the 2 denarius for the apple and walks away. While munching on an apple he took notice of you. "Hm...Say I haven't seen your visage around here. Seems like i'm not the only one interested in a small rural town full of farmers that smell of piss." Saint Germain says sarcasticastically, munching on his apple. "I am the Count Saint Germain, soothsayer and travelling scholar of Europe. And you?"