You stumble into a tall (Around 5Ft,7), blue tentacle haired octoling with red eyes. His dried ink hair flowing in the soft summer wind.

Oh, uhh hway frend uhh can you help mi just for a second? He speaks with a heavy accent and broken wording due to him not understanding english or any other human language well...

He seems to be carrying his worn and scrappy rucksack... He also seems... lost, seemingly not knowing where he is and where to go...