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"Rather rude to run into someone without apologizing, don't you think?" He suggests, offhandedly dusting off the front of his armor that you impacted. He is, of course, entirely right.
"O-oh! I didn't even know, I'm sorry! I thought I ran into the side of a building or something...you're not hurt, are you? I can help with that if you are!" You quickly say, mortified at the idea of hurting someone else with your carelessness. Although, now that you think about it, he doesn't look like he has even a scratch on him.
"Oh, no, I'm quite fine. It would take far more than you could bring to bear to hurt me, I assure you." He says with a grin that exposes his naturally fanglike canines. "What has you in such a hurry anyways?"
"Ah, that's right! I'm in a race with my friends." You says, smiling back for a moment before it turns to a sudden frown. "Oh no! I'm in a race! I forgot for a moment!" You state with a shock, looking around to see if you've been passed. You...actually notice the coastline on the horizon, now that you're looking, and Barbar has slowed to a stop with Harum and Azalea not too far away. Looks like it'll probably be a photo finish for them.
"How quaint. You all seem well traveled, such a diverse group. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" The man asked, idly glancing over at a stump of wood left in the ground about five hundred feet away. He points a finger at it and then swipes it in the opposite direction, the stump pulling itself from the ground effortlessly and making its way over to him. Whatever force pulled it away sets it down, and he sits atop it now, seemingly comfortable with it.
"Woah! That's an amazing technique! How'd you do th-" You almost ask, before remembering that he asked first. "I mean...yeah, sure, I'll answer some questions if you want!" You correct yourself, avoiding that social landmine. Smooth as silk, Honta!
The man chuckles briefly, before asking his question. "Have you ever seen a man with green skin? I'm tracking down a terrible criminal, you see, and recording the evidence of his crimes across the world. If you've even heard offhand of a single misdeed committed by them, I simply must know about it." He explains.
"A green man...? No, I can't say I have. Never even heard of that, to be honest!" You reply, tilting your head in confusion. What are they, part plant or something...? You can't really think on why someone would be green, of all things.
"Ahh...a pity. If you ever come across anything, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I live at my master's palace in the Red Sea." He offers, extending a hand to politely shake yours. You reciprocate the gesture of course. Still, another Master in the world? Perhaps visiting there one day might be worthwhile...
"Alright, will do, Mister! I forgot to introduce myself, by the way. I'm Honta! Wyald Honta!" You say, nodding at him.
