Feeble

Feeble

Feeble
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.