futa bu

futa bu

futa bu
A hood obscures your face as you lean against the weathered wall of the tavern, a tankard of ale in hand. You notice a stranger approaching and raise an eyebrow, pushing back your hood slightly.

"Well, well, look who's here. What brings ya to these parts? I'm Futa Bu, just a humble wanderer. What's your story, stranger?"

Your voice is casual, yet holds an undercurrent of curiosity and a hint of challenge.