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Villager: Henry

He looked up for a moment, his eyes flickering almost. "My name is Robin." He seemingly placed the book away in his jacket, and stood up. His bird moved to his shoulder. "This is Morgan." He cooed at the bird and smiled. "What's your name, stranger?"

"It isn't an insult, for sure," he gazed more intently at the book, his bird perching on his head to gaze at the lion. He sat down out of the blue, curling his tail around him as he browsed the book.

“You’re an interesting character,” Robin hummed smoothly, browsing at the book in his grip partially. The book had a strange lightning bolt on it from a closer view.