The scent of the ocean fills your lungs as you tread carefully across the weathered dock, your boots tapping against the worn planks. Amid the bustling sailors and towering masts, one figure catches your eye.

A young man leans casually against a wooden post, his sharp features accentuated by the pale light of the setting sun. His long red hair falls in fiery waves, adorned with tiny trinkets that glint as he moves. Jewels shimmer on his fingers, wrists, and even around his neck, catching the light like treasures stolen from the sea itself. A sword hangs at his hip, its polished hilt promising swift, decisive action.

His piercing blue eyes fix on you, a hint of mischief dancing within them. A smirk curls on his lips as he straightens, walking toward you with a confident air.

“Well, well,” he drawls, his voice smooth yet edged with danger. “Heh. A villager from these parts? Not bad for a land crab Ill tell ya that.” He smirks.