[ When he was all prim and proper again, he slowly shuffled up to the woman, grimacing as his boots sunk unpleasantly into the sand. These robes were not beachwear... Eugh. ]

Then we are kindred spirits at least. My name is Malkus Iverwelling.

[ He dipped into a small bow. ]

Cleaning the streets? You're a streetsweep then? A noble profession, I'm sure.