Silvy led Kyle through the winding paths of Dusk Haze Village, her posture straight but her energy hollow.
"And here are to local shops that will rip you apart if you give them a chance to. Their things are not even authentic. So if you don't want to get ripped off, don't buy from here."
The tour continued with Silvy trying to make small talks all the while and warning Kyle about some shops.
She moved like someone fulfilling an obligation, her voice monotone as she pointed out landmarks—small shops, stalls selling local trinkets, inns that housed merchants, and even a modest temple tucked between buildings.
However, she avoided eye contact and didn't elaborate much beyond what was necessary.
Kyle noticed everything.
"You're a good guide. Maybe you should make this your profession."
Kyle commented as he walked behind her.
She was too practiced, too guarded.
Her steps were mechanical, as though she was only showing him what she had to, and nothing more.
