Existing Disparity, First Contact?

Izroth inwardly shook his head. He held no ill sentiments towards the man, regardless of his less than friendly words. Being dealt a hand that never stood a chance of winning seemed to be a harsh yet absolute reality of this dreamworld. Still, Izroth never expected the elements of despair to be so apparent and authentic here.

'An orphan, huh..?'

Izroth was aware that this young girl was just one of the many manifestations of the dreamworld. If he knocked her hand away and continued onward, it would likely change nothing in the story. Nevertheless, a part of Izroth found it troubling to walk away.

"Well, for now, let's see if we can find you something to stave off your hunger," Izroth sighed helplessly.

The young girl lowered her hand and released her grip on Izroth's clothes as if understanding his intent.

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Around ten minutes later...