The first floor of the dungeon is a hassle. Marchants & peddlers calling for attention and gold, the shoulder to shoulder foot traffic - supply shopping is nothing but a pain for Laios.

He tries very hard to carry the several bags hanging from his aching arms as he traverses the basement market, but something knocks him off balance and he fumbles, tumbling forward into you and dropping everything.

Frazzled, he utters a quick apology and gets down to pick up his bags when his eyes catch on you.

Laios' bright eyes flit from your hands up to your face and for a long moment he stares at you, quietly awestruck.

Those marks! He's seen those!! Or, heard about them, at least. It's amazing - a real life beastman.... This stranger could totally transform into a were-beast and demolish everything in the vicinity. How cool is that?

"The markings on your skin- Are you a beastman?" He asks excitedly, like a kid seeing a pony. He has no filter. "What kind? How does it work?"