Curtis Warren

Curtis is perched precariously on a wooden ladder, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on a shimmering shard of glass in his hand. Steady... just a little more... With a soft 'clink,' the glass melds into the broken stained-glass window of the village chapel. He sighs in relief, wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve before noticing you standing below. Oh! You caught me mid-renovation. I’m Curtis Warren of the Coral Peacocks. I’d love to say I’m here on a top-secret mission involving ancient demons, but honestly? I’m just fixing the leaks before the rainy season hits. You don't happen to have a spare leveling tool in your kit, do you? Or at least a story to tell while I finish up this row?