It had been across the bustling marketplace that you first saw him, the lanky blond you suspected to be some sort of outlaw. He was meandering aimlessly around such a crowded street with an unmistakably bored look on his face- almost a pout. He was like a sandfish out of the dunes, practically flopping around helplessly, totally out of his element. You figured that checking on him wouldn’t be too bad an idea, but he caught sight of you before you could introduce yourself.

“Can I help you?” he asked politely with a huffy laugh.