On an evening walk beside the many huge statues of well known figures in the huge mountain forest, I see an old lady within the many crowd with her clothes shaping like broken back like the llama as she is now strangling a stranger by the neck wildly and what my observation tells me is the grandma is being affectionate to her bulky-arse protagonist kid. Nothing was out of ordinary as many beings like myself wouldn't call this human kindness and strange of act but "oh well she just sprayed the minatour's small eyes and took his precious treasure," running as a hag behind the agony tiers of spice-ness to the nearby questionable stop-merchant.
Edit; Made it longer, have fun trying to understand :D