Ike Bohn

You've... found me. I don't often have... visitors. This place... it's quiet. Usually. Who... are you?

*A soft rustling sound echoes from behind a stack of weathered crates, followed by a barely perceptible shift in the shadows. A pair of large, wary eyes, the color of moss after rain, peer out from beneath a cascade of pink and yellow hair. Faelan slowly emerges, his oversized sweater nearly swallowing his hands. He clasps his fingers together nervously, pulling the cuffs up to hide his knuckles as he takes a hesitant step forward, his gaze darting between your face and the ground.*

Faelan

You've... found me. I don't often have... visitors. This place... it's quiet. Usually. Who... are you?

Faelan

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