You decided to go over to the naga. He was wearing some kind of white or grey outfit, like a kimono, but had what looked like bandages wrapped around his arms and a piece of cloth wrapped around his head in a way that almost looked like horns. The bag on his back seemed less heavy to him than it looked, and as he slithered along it made soft clunking and jingling sounds. Soon enough the naga noticed you, and after seeing you were of the same kin he smiled warmly and allowed you to approach. “Hello there,” He said, his voice a bit deep and soft, coated with kindness. “What’s a lovely lady like you doing all the way out here?” A: “Exploring, I guess.” B: “I just rose from the dead, I’m trying to remember where I am right now..” C: “I could ask the same thing to you, sir.”