You blink at the insistence, if only because travellers through the village tended to come for the market and only spared a few words - or a brief interpretive dance if they spent time in Deluca first - before moving on.

They don't take your deflecting headshake at face value, it seems. "But you are the Hero of Solemn!" they protest, peering at you as though you'd just belched in their face - pulling back just a bit, nose scrunched in offence. "You must-"

It's probably rude to turn and walk away, but you've already lost your memories to a previous life's heroic quest. The person you are now would much prefer to spend their morning bringing new trinkets to Laura in the museum, not scrambling up a cliff on someone else's sidequest.