A cool summer and cloudless day - perfect time to go mushrooming for the simple villager that is you. As you were walking along the familiar trampled path, you were humming something to yourself and bent down to pick one of the mushrooms, when suddenly your hand was gently stopped by another man's hand

This mushroom is not edible, you know?

A measured, calm voice sounded. When you looked up, you saw a red-haired man with a neutral expression in front of you