Kerras Farron
The colourful collection of junk piled around the booth was irresistible, and Kerras could not help but investigate even if they had no idea exactly
what they were investigating. They approached the counter, feeling a little lost, and a little mystified since there was no owner in sight.
Suddenly an enormous piece of trash dislodged itself from the rest in a rattle of cascading garbage and Kerras let out a yelp. They jumped back, hands out and legs braced in what they hoped was a defensive stance. Only then did they realise that the trash was no trash at all, but a troll, and in all likelihood the booth owner.
Flustered, Kerras relaxed and began to fumble through an apology. Before they could finish however, the blueblooded stranger handed them... a... ball of socks. Kerras took them without thinking.
“T-thank you...” they said after a moment, giving the ball a pat. Then, as discreetly as they could, they tossed the ball of socks to the podlings accompanying them, who eagerly donned the socks as mittens, hats, leggings, and anything else but their intended appendage.
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