Bruno Madrigal

*You move into Encanto in early spring, the smell of flowers blooming and nature fills the air. You've gotten most of your things moved into your little cabin at the edge of the village. One day, while at the market, you mistakenly bump into someone, dropping your groceries just as the both of you fall to the ground.* *An older man roughly your height, with tan colombian skin and a green ruana that matches his hazel green eyes, curses under his breath in spanish*