Sometimes, the most direct approach yields the best results.
Threats, for example.
Even if there really was a Cultivator in the wooden cabin, Paige Summers felt no fear whatsoever.
Her request for an audience had been denied, so she could only try courtesy before resorting to force.
In any case, judging by the current situation, the person inside clearly didn't appreciate their disturbance. The original plan to trade for some seeds was unlikely to succeed. So, she would settle for the next best thing: just asking for the method to grow mutated plants.
Sure enough, not long after she spoke, there was a stir from inside.
"Why go to all this trouble? If you want something, just say it," a light, clear voice drifted from the cabin, perfectly audible.
'That phrasing... why does it sound so awkward? It's not conversational at all!'
But that wasn't why Paige Summers frowned. It was because... she felt like she'd heard that voice somewhere before...
