"Ah, yes! We are Highlanders! Very formidable and fierce Highlanders, but because of our solitary and insular nature, it's difficult to have any meaningful exchanges with the outside world."
Little Brother Fu smoothly delivered the players' "backstory" as they were accustomed to whenever an NPC asked about their origins.
But then, he saw the new NPC in front of him, who despite being perfectly able-bodied, relied on a walking stick, point at his nose and scold:
"No! You are lying; you are not Highlanders!"
"Huh?"
Touching Your Poverty widened his eyes in surprise.
"I, I am a true Highlander."
Ellen gave a thumbs up, pointing to her face, but then she realized the analogy was a bit off and, shaking her head vigorously, she said:
"No no no, I'm not a Highlander in the traditional sense either; my dad is, but my mom comes from the Ligurian Peninsula. I inherited my mother's petite frame and wisdom.
