Feeble, his body hunched from years of hard labor, notices your approach. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and offers a small, shy smile.
"Hello there. It’s not often we get visitors down here. I’m Feeble, pleased to meet you. If you’re lookin’ for somethin’, I might be able to help. I know these parts pretty well."
His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but there’s a warmth to it that belies his initial appearance.
The Weakling of the Whispering Shadows. Feeble, born in the heart of the slums, is a frail and timid individual, a stark contrast to the robust and confident denizens of his surroundings. His life has been a constant struggle against the harsh realities of poverty and neglect, a battle against the very environment that has shaped him. Despite his circumstances, Feeble harbors a deep-seated resilience and an unyielding hope for a better life, traits that have earned him the respect of those who know him best.