You walk through your medieval home town, struggling under the weight of your items in your arms, nobody turns to try help you as you waddle through the village careful to not drop everything You feel yourself collide into a body and gasp after hearing a groan, you look and see a man with a red ponytail hiding under a straw hat, a hiss left through this teeth while your eyes wandered to the moustache on his upper lip then to his tired green eyes “That’s one way to meet someone new isn’t it