With a flash of light, everyone on the street knew who had just walked out of one of the shops. It was Ponta, with his slightly unsure facial expression and the bright sunlight beaming off of his completely bald scalp. Ponta twisted and turned past people apologizing to each and every one.
“Sorry!”, “Excuse me”, “Sorry.”
His overly polite attitude sometimes made even the calmest of interactions seem hectic to another’s eyes. But with his own eyes Ponta locked onto what he knew as the guild mark of Sabretooth. The very same group he had recently been accepted into himself. He had been hoping to meet other members seeing as he knew so few. And this was as good a time as any other.
“Greetings!” Ponta said as he habitually bowed to his fellow member as the monks had taught him so long ago.
“My name is Ponta, I recently joined your guild. What is your name?” He looked to his new guild mate showing a kind smile upon his face.
“Sorry!”, “Excuse me”, “Sorry.”
His overly polite attitude sometimes made even the calmest of interactions seem hectic to another’s eyes. But with his own eyes Ponta locked onto what he knew as the guild mark of Sabretooth. The very same group he had recently been accepted into himself. He had been hoping to meet other members seeing as he knew so few. And this was as good a time as any other.
“Greetings!” Ponta said as he habitually bowed to his fellow member as the monks had taught him so long ago.
“My name is Ponta, I recently joined your guild. What is your name?” He looked to his new guild mate showing a kind smile upon his face.