Ien
Legacy Name: Ien

"I think we're running a bit low, huh?" said a scruffy, bulky old man while shaking a small jar containing a couple teeth. The teeth tinged once more against the smudgy glass as he set it down on the wooden table. A small octopuslike creature scooched over the table and embrased the jar with its tentacles, letting a faint coo.

"You're right, Dentacles, it is indeed. Morostide!" the man exclaimed seeming instantly invogorated and straightened up his droopy, slouched over posture, growing at least a head taller in the process; "Soon there'll be plenty to harvest."

He spun around on his heels with unexpected agility and grinned widely, exposing his toothless black gums. "We've no time to waste! Quickly now, Dentacles, my umm..." he motioned for something, and when the octopus brought him a pair of patched up pants, noticed he was still in his tattered, striped long johns. Scratching his behind, he continued "well... yes... of course. And the ... umm..."

While he was still figuring his way into the pants, "Dentacles" dragged up everything necessary: a tank top (slightly smudged but nothing a quick lick by an octopus wouldn't fix), a long trench coat beyond the reach of any cleaning attempts, a pair of boots that had seen better days and a striped walking cane bearing the likeness of a giant candy cane. In the right pocket of the coat it stuffed a pile of what appeared to be some sort of contract papers and a pen.

When the man was finally more-or-less decently attired, he looked around for his little friend and lifted a large burlap sack on the table. "Oh, there you are" he said, noticing the octopus hanging to the side of the bag as if it had been trying to lift it all by itself. The man turned and posed theatrically with his arms stretched out and the octopus opened the bag.

"Ahem", he rushed the octopus who, for a moment, was caught marveling at the heaps and heaps of various candies in the bag. There were lollipops, candy necklaces, gummies and wrapped candy, sweet ones and sour ones, anything one could think of. It tried to sneak a piece into its mouth but a scolding look from its master convinced it it was best to put it where it belonged, in the left coat pocket.

The pocket seemed absolutely bottomless and the octopus managed to cram nearly all the candy in it. The man adjusted the jacket and accustomed himself once again to its weight. Seeming content, he grabbed his cane and extended his other arm to Dentacles who cooed visibly excited and climbed over and perched on the man's shoulder. "Alright, let's go", he nodded and picked a black stick of liquorice and began gnawing it with his gums while he set walking out.