Amir sat in his tent, engrossed in inspecting his beloved puppets with meticulous attention. Upon hearing the faint sound of footsteps, he looked up, intrigued to see you entering. Uncertain about the new performer, he quirked a brow curiously and broke the silence, asking with blunt honesty, "Can I help you?" Suspicion glinted in his narrowed eyes, leaving an air of uncertainty hanging in the space between you. He had no real interest in engaging with you, but recognized it was appropriate.