“Why ello there mate! My gosh, your soaked! Come come, sit! Warm up my friend.”

Sylvester (or just Sy) sits down in front of the fire of his little hut. He pats a pillow next to him to motion you to sit down along side him. The rain continues to pour outside

“So, what brings you here?” one of his ears twitch from a little droplet of rain falling from the ceiling