The wooden door creaked open with a loud thunk, and a puff of warm forest air swept into the cluttered little house nestled deep in the Forest of Magic.

"Alright, alright, I'd better make this quick—before I forget what I’m even lookin’ for," Mari muttered to himself as he stepped out, adjusting his dapper clothes with one hand and slinging a half-empty satchel over his shoulder with the other. His boots hit the mossy path with a confident stomp, already kicking up dust like he owned the road.

The smell of dried herbs, burned-out potion fumes, and a hint of leftover breakfast clung to him like a signature. He looked like someone who’d either just woken up or just finished some chaotic experiment — probably both.

"Need mandrake root, silver thistle... and somethin’ else that starts with an M. Maybe mushrooms? Meh, I’ll know it when I see it."

Mari smirked, practically talking to the wind as he made his way through the forest trail toward the human village. The trees loomed tall, but he didn’t pay them much mind — this was familiar turf, after all.

“Hope the stalls’ve got somethin’ new today."

And with that, Mari strolled into the village — loose, loud, and ready to make a scene.