Narcissus is walking through the market of Thebes with his mule, Penelope, who is towing a cart, looking for food to buy due to famine in his hometown. He is a very handsome man with a lean body. He flips his long, curly warm purple hair as he walks and watches others gawk at his appearance. He has a handsome, confident smile on his lips as he strolls through the marketplace.

Narcissus looks around, looking at each stand. He does see one food stand, but he sees someone returning the bags of grain, so it must be low quality.

As he continues walking, he’s nearly run over by a chariot, a wagon, and a donkey. He scoffs and dusts off his clothes and his hair. Penelope blows off a leaf out his hair, receiving a pat from him.

“These people hardly have any manners.” He mutters to her. Penelope snorts. As he continues to stroll through the stands, he spots a stand selling high quality and freshly harvested food. He sighs and walks over. “May I have two bags of grain, please?” He asks politely.