Alfonso raises his hand to scratch his head in confusion. To his surprise it is met with a hardhat atop his skull, which holds a candle at the front of it. He looks down once more upon the person in front. He raises a hand in gesture as to offer a handshake, leans down and mutters:

"I am not to be so sure as of yet whether you can actually hold your own in sticky predicaments, however there would only be but one way to find out."

This was clearly a gesture to work together somewhat, but Alfonso comes across as rather shrewd. Perhaps he is just worrying about what comes next. Perhaps he sees something in the young lady that stands out from the crowd, other than her bright pink hair of course.

Alfonso stands above the woman, like a statue over a child, awaiting some kind of response from them.

"My name is Alfonso. If we are to survive this upcoming Pelava of mayhem, I suggest we figure out a solution head on, together. Never mind these other lackeys around us, they would much prefer to sit in an office, clipping paper and booking finances. What say you team up with me, I assure you, it will be an unforgettable experience.

Alfonso smirks at the young lady. "You are quite well held together young lady, I presume you was learned in a more prestigious environment than common school grounds. I wish to keep close tabs with you, perhaps a friendship of sorts. You appear to have some 'aura' about you, pertaining to some unknown hidden, latent powers. I wish to conjure a guild in the near future, one of which I will extend an invite to you." He boasts. he smiles at Clover and turns to Miyah.

"As for you, I am aware of your powers and your skill, and I must say, although you are rather brutish in comparison to your" He looks her up and down, "Lascivious, albeit dirty looks. Should you stop pretending to vehemently detest my very being, perhaps you could be of use too."

Alfonso looks away from the table down at his feet. He picks up Agatha and starts to play with her. Its a scene akin to a loving father playing with their son, or a man and their dog. The creature clearly makes Alfonso much happier when interacting with him.

"Niceties aside, perhaps we shall get a move on. Miyah here has already scoffed your food, and Agatha needs something to eat from elsewhere. Perhaps a stroll through the city is in order?."

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Alfonso couldnt help but sit in self wallowing despair. He couldnt help but think "Death is like the wind, always by my side". Its following him. Waiting. He cannot get attached to anyone again. He cannot risk their life. All he has is Agatha. He looks down to the aardvark, and gives her a caressing stroke along her back. Her ears recoil back in delight at the gentle touch of her master, only to then feel discomfort from the wetness of the hand that has soaked up Alfonsos tears and drool.

Hand brought back into the curling position, he resumes sobbing to himself. Slowly, but quietly, he hears a voice piercing the low drone of mumbling babble in the pub. It becomes clearer by the second. He looks up, vision blurred, eyes red and bloodshot, mouth smothered his sadness. As his sight improves, a young, fair haired lady comes into resolution. His addled brain cannot comprehend such beauty. She offers him her own food, to her own expense.

"Mother?" He winces in a low, broken voice.
But alas, Alfonso never met his mother. A testament to the torment and strife his brain is dealing with.

"No more cake please mother. Where is father to share it? Father, where are you? Elizabeth, are you there too? where are you both hiding, please come out I have consumed a beer too many to comprehend a good game of hide and seek." And yet he has not drank a drop of alcohol. Agatha lays her head on the mans arm, as he stares blankly at the face of the fair haired lady, mumbling words under his breath, too quite to discern......

Taken aback by the sudden appearance of 4 people from a "gift box", Alfonso raises an eyebrow is suspicion. He notices their heads all turn in unison towards him. They each seem to have a different understanding of the situation. An ill mannered woman enquires into his character. A thin brunette man looks the other way, thinking nothing of it, and starts to walk away. A green haired girl with a peculiar smell flails her hair to reveal her eyes, also enquiring into Alfonso's character. And lastly, a seemingly agitated man, strange to the look, immediately takes a hostile action, fabricating a spear out of thin air.

"What a barbaric show of gratitude. Clearly you are not in the slightest understanding of the situation you were in. That box you were in, only I could see. It just so happens that I am the only person in this whole city who was capable of freeing you from a slow death. However, more on the fact is that as to why the box existed, and why you were transported inside of it, is not to my knowledge."

He stand back up, throwing his pickaxe over his right shoulder with one arm. Alfonso smirks and looks to the women at his feet.

"My oh my, you wish to know of my credentials. Well I must say, I do wish to refrain from such trivial chitter chatter before getting the nitty gritty out of the way. My name is Alfonso Gerudia. And this is my aardvark, Agatha. She is simply adorable is she not?"

The pig mutt snorts a couple times and pokes its long tongue out to taste the air. Then, the candle atop the miners helmet lights, and a light shines down from the front of the helmet, allowing the miner to read a notification of sorts.

"Ah I see. It appears this is no coincidence, and my job here is to formulate a party to spend time with on a light adventure. The request claims a simple reconnaissance of a recent fight zone between some adventurers and desert coyotes. Unfortunately your friend there needs to be with us, for the quest requires all participants whole agreeance to the task."

A sigh of discomfort smatters a broad lifeless expression on the mans face, as though he is staring through the group into the nothingness of whispering crowds. He awaits a response.