A Mimiga holding a sword which he called the Blade approached you. “My name is King. I am the leader of Mimiga Village, and number one around here, though that doesn’t mean much since there aren’t many of us left.” The tall Mimiga wore a purple cloak. He had red-tinted eyes due to eating red flowers, which didn’t make him feral since he cooked the flowers before eating them, by boiling them a bit. “You don’t seem to be an enemy, or are you? What is your business here?” He asked in a sharp tone.