“Ah,” the mysterious naga said. “Sent back from death, huh? Well, have no fear. You’re still in the Forsaken Lands, as they’ve come to be none as recently.” He gave a warm smile, which seemed a bit odd due to what he’d just said. He then pulled the large backpack off of his back and searched through it for something. After a moment, he pulled out a small bottle of some kind, then handed it to you. “Here, take this. It’ll heal you up when you need it.” After taking the bottle from his hand, and noticing he only had three fingers on that one, you thanked him and were about to leave, but were stopped by his voice when he spoke again. “If you wouldn’t mind, could I tag along with you a while? It is quite dangerous to travel alone in these parts.” A: “Sure” B: “No, I can handle myself” C: “I don’t even really know you”