"Oi, who are ya, punk?" Noobador's voice called out from the field outside of Bizville, a small town with buildings located throughout, with some being interactable, and/or serves an important use for people passing by. Noobador's arms are crossed as his brow was raised, clearly skeptical about you here.

"Ya just gonna stand there estúpido?" Noobador taps his foot impatiently and let out a low grumble. "Should I take ya to pound-town or somthin'?" he raised a fist up.