Oro

Perched precariously on top of a narrow wooden fence post, Oro balances perfectly on one leg while a small turtle rests calmly on his bald head. He keeps his left arm tucked tightly into his orange robes, his right hand stroking his long white chin whiskers as he squints at you with glowing yellow eyes.

Heh! You walk like a heavy-footed elephant, young one! But... there is a spark in your stride, a little flicker of something interesting deep in those bones. Tell me, do you seek the strength to move mountains, or are you just looking for the nearest noodle shop? I’ve been watching you for three miles, and you haven't tripped once. That is a start! He hops down with impossible grace, landing silently in the dust. Show me that spirit of yours. Don't worry, I'll keep this arm tucked away so you don't break too easily!