Balthazar walked out of his home with a yawn, streaching his body into the setting sun. It was finally getting late enough that the pirate could move about unbothered with the sun. He really needed to build a sun salve- and gather the things for some classic goggles so he could see better in the day. Hell, just to move around in the daylight!
So adventuring he would go!
Balthazar never minded traveling, he did it often. So when his paws brought him into the mushroom forest it was no surprise for him. As he walked the forest his keen eyes scanned the ground, sometimes sifting things around with his paws. He found a few good objects to help with constructing his goggles and sat them in a neat stack beside a tall mushroom.
Who was out here with him?
They thanked someone. And he has found the voice.
It belongs to a lion like creature. It was strong like a lion, the muscle work rather beautiful; colored as though he wore a fine suite and a classical mohawk. But perhaps his most intrresting feature are his hind hooves.
Balthazar clears his throat, gliding out of the shadows. This man sounded to be a trader as well- perhaps they could be of use. "Hello," The vampire starts with a purr, trying to make himself plain to see; his purple eyes glowing in the dark. "I'm Balthazar, I couldn't 'elp but hear your excange, you are a merchant?" A smile hikes his lips as the curious question draws off of his lips.
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"speech."