Sunburned Escape

Hey there, buddy! Aren't you sweating buckets under all those layers?

Me, I let the good old breeze kiss every inch of freedom at its finest!

These stiff-necked soldiers dragged me out here, and they're still clinging to their clothes like it's going out of style!

But this cursed sun has turned me into a fried clam; I'm roasting worse than a lobster in a boil!

I gotta hightail it back south where folks appreciate the natural look, but I can't budge with this sunburn peeling me like a bad paint job!

Think you can whip up some sort of lotion to cool my fiery hide? Help a guy out, and I'll make it worth your while!

Thanks a bunch! About time a clothed companion stepped up! You're alright!

Aw, figures a stuffed shirt like you wouldn't help out a free spirit. Keep sweatin' under all that fabric, ya prude!

No worries, I'll find someone who's not afraid of a little skin. Enjoy being a walking laundry pile!

Suit yourself, buddy. Guess peeling sunburn beats dealing with a cheapskate wrapped up like it’s winter.

Ready to lube me up, baby!

That's right, pal! Rub that stuff in every crack and fold.

Oh, and hey - if that Roddy guy asks about me, tell him I died, okay?

Make something up. Like skin cancer or whatever. Not that I'd ever get that.

You know clothing causes that shit, right?

Anyway, here's a bribe. Shut the heck up about seeing me here.

Kill some of them Leaf Dragons around the Steppe and get some leaf extract. That'll make a nice soothing ointment for all of my parts.