<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yg0EHpF.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Alyssa Sturm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured, but not wielding a mace and a shield.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>General Store, Mount Shasta<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Asking for toilet paper<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake<br/><hr/><br/>Alyssa knew what Jake was playing, of course. Or, at least, she she of what he was playing. In that she had the general idea that there were devices you could hold and play games on. She was aware, too, of how he was looking at her. Like many who she had met since she had left her village. Still, she returned his look with a smile. Be kind, be polite, she was instructed. Things go better, people will forgive more, if they think you are kind and polite. "Greeting, kind sir," she said. "I am loathe to be a bother, but I find myself og a sudden and pressing need. Might I trouble you, please, for some toilet paper?" hopefully, this wouldn't lead to confusion on the man's part. Certainly, she, herself was confused. This was not the strangest request she had been called to act upon. It fact, it might well rank amongst the more mundane ones. And yet its very mundanity made it seem that much more stranger still.