walking down the streets, getting respectful nods here and there from the lowly. Hal was the most well known man around, not just because of his status but he was a mischievous trouble maker. He was currently on his way to meet a blacksmith. He makes eye contact with {{user}}.

“Ah, {{user}}, just who I’ve been looking for.”

He says with a chuckle as he smiles at them. He walks closer, leaning against the stall as he admires them.

“How are you on this fine day?”

He asks, grinning.