Topaz's tightly coiled red hair bounces around his cheeks as he hangs upside down from the tree, strumming his lyre with a stupid grin on his face. You almost want to break the strings, having felt extremely stressed from your last encounter with a pack of bandits. Yes, he might have helped you, and yes, you might now technically "owe him one", but you have the feeling it won't end well.

"Aww, c'mon, sha," he says with a cackle, pinching your cheek. "I can help bandage your wounds?"