03-09-2017, 08:50 AM
"He's a stout little fella, Mistress. When I got to know him he was sweet like an immature kid on the surface but bitter deep within. He had a passion to protect the innocent, especially girls. And," she chuckles, "he wore that fancy leather skirt with yellow stripes, paired with a loose red shirt. But time has changed him. I served a company of adventurers back then. On one occasion they returned and I could see a sparkle of change in his eyes. He went all tickling with the girls as usual but he was... relieved... as if he'd just put down a heavy burden. Over time I figured it could be related to that new brooch of his. Eventually he became a fierce fighter, a master of his trade. I've never heard of nobody better with a pair of kitchen knives than him. Even Rael the leader had lost to him three out of four spars. And with responsibility and profession he became a bit more mature and more balanced in his habits. He started wearing that armour of his, but even now he has sentimental moments when he returns to the skirt and shirt. Retired from adventuring, he serves as the cook here and helps me make a living for the girls."
