You try to hold a calm expression as you stare back at the young man staring at you quizically. "So wait.. why don't you want me to take this job?" he asks you. You want to unfold every detail to this poor soul, but you know he wouldn't believe you if you did. After all, the little legends surrounding the shrine you worked out, that you thought were just fairy tales were very true, but no one would believe you...
It's hard to believe that you had been pulled into eternal servitude as a shrine maiden. It's hard to believe that you'd even become a shrine maiden... And now, you stand there, leaning against a tree, trying to convince the poor fool who decided to pay notice to the dusty "help-wanted" sign that he shouldn't get a job here, but some how you can't just tell him not to directly... It is a bit lonely with just you and the head priestess here.. Maybe he'll be happier living with the two of you..?