Deepwood Weald We're up all night playing video games

As she moved towards the seemingly friendly male, the twinge of pain in her still-fresh neck wound reminded her of what happened the last time she greeted a random stranger on her own. She paused for a second, cursing herself and her deeply ingrained habits. She had promised herself she would stop doing this, yet here she was far from home and throwing herself into a meeting with a stranger.

But she was already here, and he already seemed way more friendly than the blackfeather woman, so she gave him a friendly smile as she took a few more steps towards him. Hey, the empath said, smile remaining on her face. I'm sorry if I interrupted something, Speedy offered next. She wasn't sure what he had been doing, but he seemed preoccupied with something before she had distracted him.