Marshland “Bip” scratches his forehead a little bit, looks a bit absent-minded, browsing the market stalls. after the well-dressed man asked him once again, he finally ask: “uhh.....is there, any work...for me, sir? is there any?” he blank-stared the well-dressed man. “we-well, as you can see, the city is full of opportunities! you can take any job you want, or you want to build your own shop?” the well-dressed man tried to be sincere in his words to Bip. “uuuh....Im hungry.....do you have any food?” Bip’s face would be as flat as ever, giving the well-dressed man a hard time. “heheh, I think I have some Monk Breads, do you want some?” when he heard the well-dressed man’s offer, Marshland “Bip” suddenly throw his tongue, and take the Monk Bread and directly swallow the whole bread. “Thank you sir...I think I’ll be going now.” he slowly walks inside the city...the well-dressed man vaguely can hear Bip’s croak from the distance...
Green Skin, fedora, white shirt, brown pants, dark brown shoes
4'9" height, 100 lbs weight
Big pair of green eyes
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