Make my way to the center of the crowd to see what the excitement is.

You begin walking towards the winding line of people, curious to find out what they’re all queuing up for. Just as you’re about to start squeezing past the line into the crowd, a nearby monk quickly moves in front of you and extends his arm out, pushing you away from the crowd with some force.

“Don’t disturb the line. Move to the back.” The monk says in a low tone. You’re slightly shocked to actually hear one of the monks speak, after all the previous ones gave you the cold shoulder. “Uhh… sorry?” You begin to reply, “I didn’t mean to intrude. Who are all these people, and why are they all lined up?”

The monk lowers his arm and relaxes slightly before answering. “These are refugees from Wrestlympus. They were displaced after the disaster. Our order is providing them with food, with an outsider’s assistance. If that is all, please move along.” You get the sense these monks aren’t fond of chit chat.

Will you ask the monk anything else, or move on?

> Tell the monk that we are friends with The Rock and have urgent business with him.