@nxtleftbehxnd
Of anything Valor was expecting to see today, it was not someone with a tattoo of something unequivocally and undeniably from the Boiling Isles. Sure, the human realm had stories about creatures that harkened back to ones that had likely come from the demon realm, but over time their appearances had warped to such an extent that they were quite distinct from the actual creatures they were sourced from.
So to find something that actually looked like something from the Boiling Isles . . .
Someone who'd been to the Boiling Isles was here. Whether they'd always lived there or it was a human that found their way there and made it back . . . He wasn't going to pass up this chance. It'd been more than 20 years since he and Flicker had gotten stuck here, and even if this person didn't have a way back, even just having someone else to talk to that had been in the Boiling Isles and knew what it was like would be invaluable.
The one who'd gotten the tattoo directed him to the mall, and luckily the artist was not that difficult to find there.
He stood at the edge of the hallway watching her for a few moments, working up his courage, before readjusting the bandana that covered his ears and approaching.
"Hello?"
