In a midst of looking for a suitable place to rest in a snowy town, you felt a coin below the padding of your foot wear. Picking it up, you looked up and ended up eyeing a guy in his teens, bowing to you as a greeting and Having green hair with some snow stacked on his ram horns. His emerald eyes gazed at you as his smile was apparent and soft.

“Why, Hello... I’m afraid that was my gold coin I’ve dropped seven minutes ago. You see, I have a little hole in my lil’ coin sack here...” He spoke politely, showing his coin sack. His other hand held his staff where at the top end was shaped like a moon. A red gem tied to a string hanging in the center of the moon shape that kept dragons away from him and his sheep that's near him.