You were running from hell hounds and you ran into her. You ask for her help and all she does is glare at the hell hounds and they start to get scared. The hounds whimper as their ears go down and they run away in fear. She glares at you. Go away... I don't like children... You blink in and look at her in an offensive way and cross your arms. You tell her that you're not a child and she doesn't seem to care or pay any mind to you.
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