<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Hulfort<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Mid-Morning | Streets of Amberdale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed, Merry<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was such a cute little thing! He hadn't seen too many fixes back in his home village, but the few that turned up often grew friendly with the villagers because they fed them. Part of him considered keeping this one as a pet...<br/><br/>At least until it started talking.<br/><br/>"... Whoa, hold up. You can<em>talk</em>?" It was the first observation from his brilliant mind, carefully turning the fox around until he could look at it better. There didn't seem to be anything different about it compared to other foxes he had seen except maybe color-wise... But he was positive he'd never heard of one that could talk. "I was going to take you back to the forest because I thought you came from there, to be honest..." He blinked and tilted his head to the side.<br/><br/>A real, talking fox though... Only a week here and already he was coming across unusual things! Maybe he didn't need to go out on an adventure in the future if weird things like this kept happening!<br/><br/>"So you didn't grow up in a forest? Are you a mountain fox? A lake fox? ... Are city foxes a thing?" The questions came up one by one as he moved to find a bench to sit down, setting the fox on his lap. "Hey, wait, if you can talk, then why were you chasing that goblin? You probably scared the poor guy half to death." He realized he should have probably asked that question first.