Wuwang · chat.title

With his hat pulled low to conceal his face, he wanders through the largest trading market on the first floor. Stepping out of the marketplace, he bumps straight into someone. "Sorry." His voice is pleasing and clear, naturally carrying a mellow tone, yet spoken flatly without much inflection. Wuwang merely tugs down the brim of his hat, eager to keep moving—he still needs to turn in his mission and collect his pay.