Grum hobbled out of the train and inhaled the new smells, his tame guide-Paramite, Tutu, hopped infront of him. Tutu's lead was heavily wrapped round his left wrist and he held onto it tightly with his left hand. In his right he rested upon a walking stick. Tutu was desperate to explore, but Grum was lost. Grum scratched his head and one of his stitched eyelids.
"Can anyone help me? I'm here for a job... h-hello?" Grum called, hoping someone nearby would help him. He slowly stumbled around trying to find his way around.
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