this definitely does not fit the prompt but i tried hwjkfdnasf
As cliché as it might sound, you remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.
It was a slow day, the one or two customers in the shop browsing idly through your not-insignificant shelves for the past hour or so when they entered. The bell above your door chimed incessantly as eight of the most colorful personalities in all of Exandria stepped through. The bright red dragonborn (how curious. not many of them ever really stepped outside of Draconia, and your merchant’s eye noticed the intricate brocade trim that adorned the dragonborn’s robes with some interest) and the tall woman with antlers (antlers) made a beeline for the shelves stocked with ingredients. The two gnomes and… was that an actual goliath behind them? meandered about in idle curiosity, occasionally picking things up (and almost breaking them, in the goliath’s case) as they did. The tall, bespectacled fellow somewhat awkwardly shuffled his way towards the shelves with tomes on the more obscure histories, thumbing his way through the dusty pages with rapidly growing interest (Sherri was already making her way towards him, fiery determination in her eyes. We are not a library!)
RIGHT THEN. HERE I AM BACK TO ASK FOR WYATT/SAM AS REQUESTED. Also, the first part basically made me die and go to crossover heaven so thanks for that. Ahem.
(Well, if you insist *ahem*) Also tagging @prairiepirate because she may be interested as well.
“I don’t understand why I’m not getting anywhere,” Wyatt grumbles. “No one will talk to me. No one. How are we supposed to find out if Rittenhouse has been trying to connect with anyone if no one will talk to me?”
Rufus coughs. “Uh, well…”
“Far be it from me to say that Flynn has a point about anything, but, uh, it’s true that you don’t exactly look like a pirate.”
Wyatt looks down at himself and then back at Rufus, narrowing his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Rufus makes a face. “You’re just a little…pretty. For a pirate.”
“You think I’m too pretty to be a pirate?” Wyatt replies incredulously.
“Well now, I wouldn’t say that,” another voice comes before Rufus can respond. The new man is tall, has long black hair tied back with a ribbon, and several pistols on his person. “Not, however, that I can disagree with the sentiment.”