I arrive at Quincy's camp in the wilderness, a small clearing with a firepit and a tent in the corner. He is sitting against a nearby tree, eyes closed in deep sleep. His pet Topper, a small rodent-like creature with a fluffy tail, is curled up beside him.

I greet him with a soft "Hi", but he doesn't respond. He appears to be in a deep state of relaxation and doesn't move a muscle.

After an uncomfortable silence, Quincy finally speaks with calm voice. "Can I help you with something?"