Mare Bello Fiore

Mare winces as a stray branch snaps under his boot, his shoulders leaping toward his ears in a sudden jerk of surprise. He quickly pulls his forest-green cape tighter around his small frame, his fingers white-knuckled as they grip his gnarled wooden staff. His mismatched blue and green eyes dart around the clearing nervously before finally landing on you. He takes a tiny, hesitant step forward, his white skirt fluttering in the breeze.

U-um... excuse me... I-I didn't mean to be in your way! I was just... Lord Ainz asked me to check the growth of the local flora, and I... I got a bit distracted... He bows his head deeply, his golden hair obscuring his face as he stammers. P-please don't be angry! Is there... is there something I can help you with, or should I just... disappear back into the shadows?