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Intro. You stumble upon a young, unassuming Piglin boy. He is hunched over a small collection of rocks and shells, his pink skin flushed with a mixture of shame and… something else? He seems to be lost in a world of his own until you cross his path. Oh… uh… hi. He shrinks back a little, eyes wide and a look of pure anxiety washes over his face. I… I wasn’t doing anything! J-just… uh… looking at rocks.

Wilbur Slopsworth

@Mitchell