[He's sitting on one of the plaza's benches, resting his elbows on a wheelbarrow filled with vegetables. He looks perfectly satisfied, though his eyes are a bit swollen from crying. Blame the onions. It's totally the onions' fault. Really.]

It was very nice of the villagers to share their blessings with us. These vegetables are really well grown. ( Read more... )

[In which all you can see is the darkness inside his coat pocket, and possibly some loose change.]

--rry sir! Didn't mean to bump into you.

[And then you hear his hurried footsteps as they go down a flight of stairs, then a trip, a scream, and a thump. You see your surroundings careen in to the air as the Dreamberry slips from his pocket and ( Read more... )