Prasino sets his bag down and begins to speak. "Why hello, and thank you! Forgive me if my response was not proper as I am not from around here. I come hoping to make a name for myself and my family. Would you happen to know of a tavern and inn I could spend the night at for relatively cheap? Or perhaps some farmers who need hostile animals cleared off their farm? I'll need to make some coin if I plan on staying the night anywhere with a bed afterall."
Prasino pats over his shoulder at his quiver of arrows, long bow, and crossbow. The daggers stored in sheaths on his forearms and hips become visible now that he lifted his arms out from under his cloak. Realizing this he quickly says "Forgive me about my appearance, I mean no harm. I'm sorry if my weapons make you feel a little uncomfortable."
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