He had just finished a singing a song when he saw you. His lute still finishing the light strums he had been playing.

‘Aha! My friend has arrived!’ He laughed, fixing up his hat and jacket. He then ruffled up his collar, and walked over, shaking your hand and pulling you in for a hug as he shook your hand. He was known to be smooth and flirty, and you seemed to be able to resist his charms and enthusiasm.

‘How’ve you been? How was your journey? Anything exiting happen?’ He smiled.