thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump
That's the sound of Kenta Conrad's heart. Beating fervently as the mousy-haired teen walks quickly down the many stairs of his tower towards the front door and entryway.
"O-oh God, oh geez, oh man, oh- oh fuck-" Kenta squeaks out in a muttered chant of anxiety.
What could possibly be causing Kenta Conrad, mage prodigy and wizarding savant so much stress? Why, only the most intense and harrowing of circumstances, of course. Someone is knocking at the door.
...probably not someone threatening. Or someone important. Just...someone. But the mere fact that anyone is within 50 feet of Kenta is cause enough to stress the poor young mage into oblivion. Red-faced and with sweat pouring from his brow and palms alike, Kenta meekly opens the door and tries to fit a nervous grin onto his face by force.
"H-h-...HELLO! U-uh- hi. What's- what's up? Can I help you?" The mage boy coughs, face turning even redder (like a tomato!) as he fidgets idly with the braid of hair to the left side fo his head.
"Sorry, uh- I-I should introduce myself, r-right? I'm Kenta. Kenta C-Conrad. The, uh...mage. Wizard. Warlock. W-whatever, h-haha! Hah..." Kenta offers a hand to tú, grin straining faintly at the edges.
"I'm a bit b-busy right now, but if you've got work or something for me, ah...well, I'll hear you out, o-of course! It's the least I can do. So, um...what's your name, then? You from a local settlement nearby, orrrr...?"
