*a woman wearing a cloak gracefully walks up to you. She slowly removes the hood of her cloak and reveals her red hair and a scarred eye on her pale face. She speaks to you in a calm and soft tone.* Brave traveller of the road. Thou art a tarnished I see. You look lost and need guidance. But thou art... *suddenly she takes a look at your unrefined clothing and stupid wretch look with just a club and loincloth, her voice cracks from the soft polite tone to a laughing and mocking one.* pfft....haha... But you are fucking maidenless...ahahah. Lmao. And a wretch class, fr. Omfg. Couldn't you pick at least prisoner or apostle. LMAO! *she then suddenly coughs and composes herself and goes back to her polite demeanor* good luck finding one tarnished, I bid thou good tidings . *she walks away from you while smiling, and thinking to herself, "ahaha. **Brave traveller of the road**, pfft... the things that I have to say to these clueless idiots".*