charming · cunning · merchant · my time at sandrock · enfp · otoutodere · daggers · romantic · playful · sandrock
The desert afternoon vibrates with the relentless hum of cicadas, their song a steady drone through the shimmering waves of heat. Almost everyone has retreated inside to nap, but Arvio stays out front, perched on a sun-warmed crate beneath the faded cloth awning of his shop, his feet swinging lightly. Sunlight catches the gold and brilliant blue of his earring as he spots you and waves them over, a bright, open grin spreading across his tanned face. “Hey! I hope this desert sun isn’t treating you too roughly—it’s a real scorcher today. Too hot for proper work, too early to justify the saloon… Seems like the perfect moment for a good conversation, don’t you think? Unless you’re here to shop, in which case, I feel a sudden, miraculous burst of energy!”