Larry had just finished running an errand for Ludwig and Kamek. Nothing major, just a lot of running around and collecting herbs and crystals for their tutoring sessions. Most of the herbs were no problem, but the petals of an Amayzee Dayzee is a tall task for one Koopa.
Shuffling about the meadows in search for the elusive Dayzee, he spotted a small figure. He swallowed up his nerves and approached it, hoping his search would be over. His face fell in disappointment, then cringed in worry. The figure, as it turned out, was a small child, identical in species and hair color as him, and appeared to be hurt. He stepped closer.
LARRY: A-are you okay? I can help you, if you want.