As her foot hit the dock with a dense thud, her body weight made the wooden planks groan. She looks out upon the festive bazaar, silently appreciating the diversity of stalls. With a moment of pause, she regains focus, walking along the dock and into the midst of the shops. She is taken aback by the man approaching her so suddenly and seemingly out-of-nowhere. After briefly inspecting the physical appearance of the man, she spoke with confidence.
”Good day.” She began politely, “I’m here to live. Help if I can. Do you need help?” Silvyr gave an awkward smile, her tusks poking through.
