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“I heard you’re trying to find someone.” You ignore all of these woman’s comments, no matter how hurtful they are. You’re not a twig!
“Kaha—hahaha. You’re from the city!” The eccentric lady bursts into joyful laughter. “None of that yakety-yak these witless hicks like. Good, good. I can tell by the haircut too, so don’t pretend otherwise, twig.”
Why is your haircut a sign that you’re from the city…?
“Well, who do you need to find?” If you’re commended for being direct, might as well get this over with as fast as possible.
“A policewoman named Yareli. You know her? I went to the Police Station first, but oh boy, place is a mess. Didn’t let me in.” The lady appears to be annoyed by what happened. She’s carrying a couple of bags, so moving around isn’t the best for her.
“Why is that?” You wonder if you missed something. Perhaps it’s just the Orphanage stuff having them all busy, but you’d like to confirm.
“Twig, be a good child of the dump and keep it to the facts, will you? You know her or not?” The lady doesn’t give one crap about being helpful to you. It’s all about her. The little hints of a carefree person were dashed away in one simple interaction.
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“I do not. I wish you well on your search.” Be petty and lie to her.
>“I can’t divulge that information to anyone. I’m her friend and you’re acting less than sympathetic to say the least.” Be honest to her yet a tiny bit helpful.
>“Yeah, she lives at…” Give her Yareli’s address. You need her to leave.
>“Yeah, she lives at…” Give her a fake address. You need her to leave and you don’t like her.
>Write In.
