Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

You are the first. Well, to cross her path that she knew who they were... sort of. Never had she heard of a Tartok up until right now, and it was possibly the most polite way she could put it in her words. Honestly, Connie didn't talk to many, nor did she seek them out as companions. Perhaps it was because anyone she looked to as a companion, simply vanished without a trace. The last one flat out abandoning her with a bunch of strangers on a mountain. The thought alone angered her to think of, and a wrinkle upon her nose formed in disgust at the mention of "Friend". 

With a dismissive snort and turn of her head, she replied bitterly. You will find none here. Who was he anyway, extending such a familial reach to a complete, and utter stranger? The balls on this guy. Without another word she began to walk away, not one to be suckered into another useless companion just to wander around and be left on her own, once again, to find home as she just did now.