Jaymir stood there taking in the environment of the town. The outer layer was a small wall of large brick stones with stone pillars that were halfway taller than him. An archway of stone welcomed Jaymir with a sign on the archway that read, "Bumbleweed."
Jaymir scoffed while looking around saying under his breath, "Geez, this place looks like a Bumbleweed." Under the archway stood two men, they leered at Jaymir like they were judging him, however, they were short and stout. One man looked a bit older than the other one and had a long white beard. While the other man looked a bit younger with his beard being brown. They were in attire that looked as if they were guards.
Jaymir stood a step forward and the men's eyes narrowed, Jaymir took another step, and after that another and another. One of the men sighed as they watched Jaymir get closer to them. The older one shouted in a demanding voice, "State your business!" Jaymir replied, "Just looking for a place to sleep, it's been a long day." the other man said in a harsh tone, "You need mon..." suddenly the older one slapped him over the head interrupting him and turned to Jaymir, "don't mind him, we too had a long day, Welcome to Bumbleweed." then the older man glared in anger and his expression turned sour at the younger man, the look was a look of "shut it!"
Jaymir slowly approached them with ease and caution. The older man halted Jaymir by putting his hand out, "Wait a minute sir, we have to inspect you before we can let you in." the older man then pointed at his belt with the book and potions on it and his walking stick with the bag attached on it.
Jaymir removed his belt and handed them his walking stick. The guards opened the sack that was attached to the walking stick only to find, seaweed, seashells, and stones. The younger one flips through the book, but the older one spots the sling on Jaymir's side and asks, "What is that?" Jaymir answers, "A hunting tool." that is when the younger one sees the knife Jaymir made with wood, seaweed, and coral-like stone. As he whispers to the older man's ear, "he has a weapon, what do we do?" The older man raises his hand and looks at the knife as he asks with concern, "Is that a tool as well, sir?" while pointing to the knife.
Jaymir answers, "It is. It is a survivor's tool." the older man rolled his eyes and sighed before saying, "I am sorry, but I must take that for the safety of the town." Jaymir nodded but allowed the guards to take it.
Suddenly a sharp high high-pitched, but raspy voice cut the air like a sharp blade making both the guards jump, "Hey! Hey! What are you doing!" the younger guard quickly answered as the older man signed in frustration while closing his eyes.
"Mr. Greemo, sir we are just inspecting this man."
Jaymir turned to see another mythical creature in front of him, which looked like a Goblin. This goblin had greyish-green skin, big floppy yet pointed ears, and long nose, and fans that went ear to ear. Despite the goblin being shorter than the guards, he had glasses on his face and attire that made him look like he was a vendor, with a vest on his chest and metal bracers with rings on his fingers. On his ears he wore earrings, and he wore leather boots. His eyes illuminated in the light shining a reddish crimson hue.
"So? Why is he still here? Get rid of him, now! This town is already falling apart we don't need people like him here!"
Suddenly another voice cuts in after letting Greemo finish.
"Well, that is not your say-so, Greemo! This young traveler can come and go if he pleases." Jaymir darts his eyes at the other voice. The voice was demanding rough and a bit tough. The other voice came from another guard who had a ginger beard. He looked at the other guards as he continued, "Take pride men, we are dwarves! Don't let a goblin walk all over you."
The older and younger guard announced, "Of course, sir O'garth Brassguard!" However, Greemo grunted and stormed off before saying, "Fine, do what you will, but if he causes problems, I don't want to hear it!"