Sitting along one of the root-covered dirt walls is a man just as bereft of clothing as Manabu. With mud-colored hair and a plain-looking face, his above average size and build are his only standout features. If not for his nudity, he would be pretty unremarkable.
But it seems he doesn't share the same modesty. He's sitting on the ground with his legs bent and feet planted on the floor, which lets him prop his elbows on his knees with a remarkable degree of confidence for someone talking to a stranger in a similar state of undress.
"Was it the same for you, then? Woke up surrounded by leaves and sap with that crystal" — he points at the Shard embedded in this chest — "floating above you?"
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Sitting along one of the root-covered dirt walls is a man just as bereft of clothing as Manabu. With mud-colored hair and a plain-looking face, his above average size and build are his only standout features. If not for his nudity, he would be pretty unremarkable.
But it seems he doesn't share the same modesty. He's sitting on the ground with his legs bent and feet planted on the floor, which lets him prop his elbows on his knees with a remarkable degree of confidence for someone talking to a stranger in a similar state of undress.
"Was it the same for you, then? Woke up surrounded by leaves and sap with that crystal" — he points at the Shard embedded in this chest — "floating above you?"