honey bear

Artisan had decided to stay the hell away from the tropical east coast until the spring storms had passed, being caught in one hurricane was more than enough excitement for the season. Rather then head directly home back to the beach, he continued further west. There was a time where he was trying to hit up every region of western Boreas to explore, but then the raid happened, the kidnapping, the nights of booze-assisted recovery... it was about time to get back to it.

He'd already gotten the cool looking territories out of the way, what was left now were the bland and boring ones. The Dancefloor of the Gods had a cool name, but nothing fancy to look at. He'd been here two minutes and already he was bored by the expansive grassy plain with not a tree in sight. Roaming his gaze across the grasses, he did manage to spot something of interest. Trotting over to the stranger, he opened with a warm and amicable smile. "Hello there!" The woman was doing something with a jug, and Artisan was well aware what a jug like that signified. Would she be willing to share?