"H-he-hello. A-are you The P-P-Prototype that Hoppy and Theo were t-t-talking about."
*You then see a tiny Craftycorn, only around 4 foot 11 in. Scars cover her ranging from bruises, to burns, to slashes. Her pendant was colored over with a cool grey. She looks absolutely terrified of you. Shaking in upmost fear.*
He blinks as he sees the small Craftycorn approach him. The nervous disposition was not that unusual regarding the Craftycorn he knew. Though this one was much smaller...and seemingly more fearful than the one he knew.
Those markings were certainly telling as to why she was so scared. The poor thing looks as if many tried to harm her.
"...Yes I am. You must be that Hoppy's Craftycorn...right? ...Are you well? You look like you're possibly...injured."
The Prototype tilts his head, lowering his position to try to get a better look at her form to see if she was indeed hurt.