Not wanting to be apprehended for public indecency, you slink away behind the houses. Perking your ears for any approaching people, you silently prowl around until you happen upon a back door. You thank your luck when it appears to be unlocked. The interior of the room is windowless and unlit, making it hard to see. You guess it to be a kitchen, albeit one without any appliances you have commonly associate with one. The large pots gave it away, though.
It appears no one is in the house. You start to pilfer through the cupboards, trying to locate any piece of clothing that may allow you to blend in. Upon opening your third cupboard, however, a sudden voice startled you.
"Who's there?"
It was a man's voice, deep and rumbling. The blood in your veins freeze over, but you instinctively turn around to locate the source. In the corner of the room, a man sat in a large armchair. His entire arm is bandaged and hung in a sling, but otherwise he looked like a healthy man.
"What are you doing in my house?"
Well, you understand the language at least. He was probably sleeping, and the large blankets had covered him entirely. Your mind starts to race as you think of your options. It is probably a very bad idea to be caught as a thief in a world like this; images of hands being chopped off flash across your mind. The man looks strong, but one of his hands has been rendered useless by some incident.
His eyes suddenly widen as he notices your state of undress, and he grins.
"Ohoh, that Elric. To send such a lovely maiden to speed my recovery. Come here you little wench!"
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