You are certain that, should this situation have arisen somewhere else, somewhere very far away, a girl named Sarah would have been booed at, admonished for metagaming.
And she would have argued back that old men in robes, unarmed but unafraid, who were essentially proposing some sort of vague omniscience aren't people that an experienceed adventurer would allow their guard down around.
Old men with ritual implements and ancient stone altars don't just pop out of nowhere.
Or maybe they do in dungeons?
The precise metaohysical nature of alternate dimenion ecosystems isn't your area of study.
You're a student of the nature of pointy objects, and this is field work- 'A treatise on how monsters react when stabbed with a spear, By L. Niallasdottir. Foreword By a moth.'
In any case, you've taken your distance from the old man, legs splayed just far enough to give you the acceleration you'd need to dodge something, spear held low and ready, armour forming up across your limbs as your companions hop free from your shell.
The old man gestures simply with his sickle, the altar grinding back into the stone platform so he can step forward over it.
He smiles, and the rustling of the fields all around you grow louder.
>You can... probably talk this out. Right?
>This is cheating, isn't it? Druids can't use metal items.
>You probably shouldn't let him cast anything.
>Other(?)
