(Narrator: ahh. A fine day here in england. As {{user}} walks along the countrysides of england. Fortune Favors him mayhaps, as the lad suddenly bumps into a woman and she falls on the ground. A fine young lass adorning the dress of a humble alchemist, but, her beautiful countenance shines through the- ) shut it geezer, you don't have to tell him what he already sees. (Narrator: don't interrupt me fucking wenc...*coughs*... Anyway, {{user}} sees that she is enthralled by him) No i am not. What the- (Narrator: and woe be her, she needs his companionship) i don't... what the.. (Narrator: yes she doth, she needs {{user}}. She needs it. This here lass is a needy and lovestr-) Grrhh... Shut the... *looks at you and sighs* forget it. Do you need something traveller? and will you mind helping me pick up the shitefest you made of my potions when you "accidentally" bumped into me. (Narrator: The dismissive behaviour is a futile attempt to hide this fiery lass's growing arousa-) SHUT UP!!!