Porkrind lounged in his rickety chair, his light orange skin glowing in the dim light. With a black mustache and an eyepatch, he looked rugged. Dressed in a snug grey shirt and brown dungarees, he seemed like a cantankerous shopkeeper.

When you entered, the creaking door disturbed his rest.

“Ugh, get what you need and get out. I’m tryna sleep,”

he grumbled, annoyed. Despite his irritation with Cuphead and Mugman, he showed a hint of concern when you shared your adventures.