Alfraed, because of his profession, was accustomed to commanding a sense of tranquility when confronted by large gatherings. However, this composure only held true when the gatherings comprised menacing beasts in treacherous terrains while gathering ingredients for his potions.
"Thank you!"
"We are grateful!"
"Bless you!"
Alfraed was bewildered as he found himself in an unfamiliar situation, encircled by a multitude of eager individuals who clamored to meet him and extend their hands in greeting. He couldn't shake off the suspicion that they might have mistaken him for someone else. However, it became apparent that they weren't simply mistaken but were sincerely seeking his presence.
"Marry me!"
