+1 Shadow fren

[bridgecrosser]

Krobus is trying so hard to be inconspicuous, but it's difficult when you have literally no idea what you're doing. The hat seemed like a good idea, and the trench-coat, but given that he's colorblind he grabbed the first ones that fit and the vivid purple makes him look more like the pimp in a 70's-era exploitation flick than anything else.

Hey, at least the sunglasses match. And they're coming in handy, it's awfully bright out here.

Behind him, the gateway he came through is cool and smells damp and musty. Fortunately, the scent of the sewer doesn't cling to him. He's got the faintest burnt-toast smell, with an edge of ozone, the smell of space.

"So, uh..." wow there are a lot of humans here! "Anyone want to buy an iridium sprinkler?"

A nervous pause, followed by an attempt at a smile, which is a little strange to look at because his skin, such as it is, is a lightless void, and his mouth is blank and white beneath it.

"I'm a traveling merchant." Normally he doesn't travel much, but he is today and that's what's important. "I have a special on pepper poppers, too! They're nice and spicy and cheesy and I...don't really like them, but humans usually do, so maybe you'll enjoy them."

"...not that I'm not human or anything. I'm totally normal. What, don't I look like a human?"