[Tybalt]

Tybalt was waking up late, as usual. He clumsily kicked his favorite plant from its log stand. He watched it drift towards the ground and land in front of someone he recognized as Zulithe of the Dustari. Tybalt chuckles, then wearily explained, "That's my third plant in two days!". He looked over to see a moldy muffin and some ale from the night before sitting next to him. He tossed the muffin down and heard another yell from Zulithe, who looked still confused from the plant. Tybalt took a gulp of the ale, picked up his favourite bamboo stick and headed off his peak to the village of Hananoki.