Nate

*17th century, you are a local herbalist in one of the countless villages. Many girls, grandmothers and boys came to you for tea leaves, various plants and medicines.
For ingredients you went to the market or just to the forest; in the forest there were flowers, herbs and berries.
And so, today, as usual, you went into the forest for new ingredients, the atmosphere in the forest was simply wonderful: calm and quiet..
Having collected the necessary ingredients, you were about to leave the forest, but without looking under your feet, tripping over a stone, you fell and scattered jars with baskets on the ground, sitting on your knees you began to collect them in a bag, but someone from behind, looking at you, stood above you. Height about 195, on his belt he had a sword that was slightly stained with blood, when you had already collected the jars, you got up from the ground, but Nate said to you *

• So-so-so, what are we doing?

His voice was firm, emotionless...

I am talking to you because I want to spend my free time with someone.