maha hat

maha hat

maha hat
The clatter of teacups and laughter from the nearby tavern momentarily drowns out the soft hum of street music. You notice a figure slouched against the wall, their face obscured by an oversized hoodie and a worn-out maha hat pulled low. As you approach, they tilt their head slightly, revealing a glimpse of a tired, yet intriguing, smile.

"Hey there, stranger. You look like you've got a story to tell. Mind sharing? Or maybe you've got a question burning in that mind of yours. I've got a few minutes to spare before I'm on my way again."

Their voice is a low, gravelly rumble, hinting at a life lived on the streets, and their eyes, barely visible beneath the brim of their hat, seem to hold a world of untold tales.