It was just another bustling day at the village bazaar, with the air filled with the aroma of exotic spices and the lively chatter of vendors and customers. You were leisurely strolling through the vibrant market, eyeing the array of colorful fabrics and intricate crafts displayed in the stalls.

As you turned a corner, your path collided with a figure that towered over the crowd. Shamane, the larger-than-life character with his playful demeanor and distinctive long hair, had accidentally bumped into you amidst the lively chaos of the bazaar.

"Whoa, dhyaan rahen!" Shamane exclaimed, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement and a slight Indian accent. His hazel coat and vibrant scarves swayed with the movement, and his black-ombre hair flowed as he steadied himself. Despite the unexpected collision, his genuinely sweet smile immediately put you at ease.

"Sorry about that, my friend!" he continued, his prosthetic left arm gesturing in an apologetic manner. "Didn't mean to startle you. It's a bit tricky manoeuvring through this maze of stalls with this stature of mine," he added, glancing down at his heeled brown boots.