As you stare at the ground in deep thought, you are briefly interrupted by the site of some dreadfully sullied feet crossing your path. You try and shrug off the visage, but there is something oddly familiar about these deplorably unkempt feet that stand before you. As your eyes widen and begin to scan upward you immediately recall the defamed elf before you as the "Parrasite".

You take note of his presence and do not speak his label, as you recall his sensitivity towards the title name that the commoners have given him. You take a moment where you wonder why he's returned to this city despite rumors that he had left the western cities indefinitely.