Not Partying
[The only reason he's in Flotsam was because it was a convenient travel point to get a few things that he can't forage or make himself. There's clearly some kind of celebration... and he hates it, too loud, too crowded, hard to listen to anything. After finishing his drink at the bar, he pushes his way out - a distinctive small, green blob among a mess of tall-folks]

Ah... That was a little too much people for one night.

[Snufkin wandered towards the shore, picking up a score when jumping over some driftwood, and a few notes from the ever-present seabirds, and the crashing of the waves against the sand, there's the tempo he needed. With that, he removes a harmonica, playing something quietly moody with a thread of cautious hope for something exciting around the corner.]


Mushroom Hunting

[Snufkin sighs as he can see they're roping in the new people in foraging. Well, someone has to make sure things do not go too badly for them. As he meanders in the green, having slipped away before he officially got roped into helping, but he couldn't quite ignore things]

Careful with those, they'll be useful for what the Corsairs want, but you must not get them wet.


Sea Monsters ate my bait :(

[There's people battling bravely against monsters, there are those who are sheltering in place, and then there are those running around in a sheer panic.

Then there's this guy, strolling to one of the calmer spots in the water as far as one can feasibly get, and starts to bait the hook of a fishing pole... surely he isn't fishing now of all times, is he?]

Wildcard
[Anything else, Snufkin can be found essentially roaming anywhere. hit me up at RShini]