Nud E Leroy

I'm the most liberated soul in Riverrise, mate.

I come from a place where clothes never even existed, can you imagine?

We believe in "natural freedom," unlike you buttoned-up sheep.

You won't catch me playing dress-up like you clowns.

Bare as the day I was born, mate, and proud of it!

Honestly? Pretty miserable.

These stuck-up, buttoned-down losers just don't get true freedom.

They all call me a pervert, but really, it's their minds that are dirty.

Throwing me out of the bar 'cause I ain't wearing pants? Give me a break!

And don't get me started on Viper. Barely got any clothes on, but no one bats an eye.

Hypocrites, the lot of them!

This here? This is Riverrise's City Centre.

A witch's cauldron of hypocrisy and textile tyranny, if you ask me.

Folks around here love their fancy clothes and dirty looks.

But the truth is, they're just covering up their insecurities with fabric lies.

Nah, unless you're taking those clothes off. Not then?

You’re not about to drop that attire, so no thanks.

Not while you’re still a prisoner of fashion, mate.

Strip down, then we'll talk. Until then, buzz off.

If you're dressed like that, your help's no good to me.

No help needed from you suited-up sheep.

I mean, I guess I could use a hand, you fabric-conforming sheep.

Well, if the fabric-wrapped do-gooder insists, I could use some assistance.

Sure, why not. Not like I've got a line of unclothed volunteers here.

Fine, you can help, you cotton-coated hero. But don't expect a warm, naked hug in return.

Yeah, yeah, help me out, you linen-loving lunatic.

Just try not to judge my glorious freedom while doing it.