He wears a white shirt, a brown waistcoat and a darker brown breeches.
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Eneyuna sighs as he sat down on the cushion and let out such a comforted look on Eneyuna's face.
But it soon ended as a glare was shot towards the "Why do you want to know, huh?" Eneyuna answered.
Eneyuna's soles tapped on the dried mud beneath him for some time before Eneyuna grunted, relenting a proper answer.
"I'm just an assistant... I'm not as interesting as you think I'd be, bugger off and go find someone else to bother."
". . . Alright, fine, I'll tell ya."
"I'm betting, they'll go big someday, I'm sure..."
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