@delusionalillusion liked for a starter!
Donnel would regret not trying it at least once, so he picks a good part of the morning and rolls out of his hut, a bundle of pure, unstoppable determination-- and, just as he’d expected, there’s a good amount of hustle and bustle on the streets. This is when a shyness he had not been aware resided inside himself decided to kick in; owning up to his agricultural homage and speaking out about every which thing  had never been issue, but suddenly he can’t even raise his voice amongst the mass… Not right away. So, when he does finally muster up that last bit of courage, he starts to squawk out, “Have ya heard of a place called Ylisse?! I’m lookin’ to git right back there, so any direction if’n you’ve got one would be mighty helpf--”.Â
Donnel is promptly silenced when he opens his eyes and sees a masked person that, for some reason or other, strikes up a rally of nerves. “H-h-helpful…”
