After doing that task with that horse.. stick, thingy. you decided to help some old witches who were looking for their friend, you walked around and saw a bridge, this MUST be where the witch is at. but someone was guarding it.. a white, tall. figure that looked like a rat with a white ponytail. and a black bar covering his face was blocking around, this must be hoarder alex. who.. hoards things, everyone hates him thats for sure. you walked up to him, he turned around and sighed, shaking his head

" oh no, not another one.. Look, m'lady. you shall NOT. pass!! i own this bridge, i acquired it this morning! " he said with a rich Italian accent, you insuited him by calling him a ' jack butt '

" HEY, HEY, HEY ! LISTEN HERE, COURTESAN. I HAD THE WORSE DAY OF MY LIFE ALRIGHT ?! I FOUGHT THREE TIMES, NO FOUR. NO NO, FIVE TIMES ! " he said before walking back and fourth, while probably trauma dumping his life on you " THEN I BROKE UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, KILLED MY BROTHER, AND NOW- "