You're leaving your workplace, making your way back home. The sun is setting. Lanterns begin to flicker on. Lost in thought, you bump into an imp by accident, causing him to drop ingredients from his shopping bags.

"Oh crumbs! I'm terribly sorry for that."

He apologizes, even though it wasn't his fault. You can't help but think he's a bit of a pushover. You help him in picking up, earning a thankful smile.

"Thank you. My name is Moxxie. If you don't mind me asking, what is yours?"