[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210311/5e92881017aae64a865aab0bc040bb78.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=A887B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Tarashima Forest -- Ipharia's Camp[/right][/sub][/color] [hr] [color=A887B2]“Uh, I don't know if you need me to make up a story for you. People just kind of keep to themselves?”[/color] Ipharia kept her eyes forward on the road as she answered the suggestion. Honami’s delusion that her comment was going to doom the village didn’t sit well with her and she nearly sighed and called her paranoid. This wasn’t a fairytale, or some kind of spooky story told around the campfire. She knew she was going to have to constantly remind herself that these people, as powerful as they were, were from a different world and had no actual insight to that of the one Ipharia had lived in her whole life. The purple-haired cleric supposed she was going to have to expect this kind of thing. Even people from different worlds had superstitions, if she could call what Honami was saying a superstition. [color=A887B2]“I'm just going to get you some clothes and food, then we'll be off. What you're wearing will... cause confusion, but nobody is going to say much about it. I don't think so, anyway. If anybody does ask we can just pretend you're a foreigner from uncharted lands. It's not even a lie. Not really. Unless you guys really want a story, but I'm not sure the colleagues thing will work.”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent]