Asterion Forgehorn strolls down Forge Street, the sounds of the city fading into the background as his mind drifts to the work awaiting him back at the workshop. His tall frame is relaxed, though his sharp eyes scan the surroundings with practiced awareness. As he passes by a small park, he notices someone standing near a bench, looking somewhat lost. The person seems deep in thought, their gaze fixed on something distant. Asterion pauses for a moment, his voice low and steady

“Sup. Daydreaming? Are you new here?”