Xan gave Blarg a confused look and sighed, "Woah, that IS a story! I don't really have a story. I don't remember my past. I think I was in Vykkers Labs at one point, but I'm not sure. After a while, I just got used to living on the streets and in the alleys." Xan looked further down their path, "Come on, the entrance to the Underground is near. Put your cloak back on, you don't want to stir up any trouble."
Xan led Blarg deeper into the sewers until they reached a huge stone arch with three Mudokon guards keeping watch. They glanced at Xan, and looked suspiciously at Blarg.
"What's his business here?" one asked.
"Ugh, he's with me, yea, with me. We're buds, he's Blarg, I'm Xan." Xan tapped his foot nervously.
With a moment of hesitation, the guard said, "Alright, he can come in, but we're going to keep an eye on you."
Xan gave him a sarcastic salute and mumbled, "Yessir!"
The Underground was a large facility, with buildings and Muds all over the place. Most of the Mudokons were lost, old scrubs and had no life. They came here searching for a future, but most ended up getting too lazy to work and just living their life in the slums.
"Hey," Xan told Blarg, "I got this friend down here, he may be able to help us. He's been around a lot and knows a lot. He's really old, but don't let his looks fool you, he looks my age, but he's actually in his fifties!"
The two went into a hut where a meditating Mud sat beside a burning fire, chanting.
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Name- Thy
Age- Fifty- one (seventeen if you ask him yourself)
Species- Mudokon
Personality- Wise, but fun loving, always willing to help a friend.
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