Server at the Wealthy Jackal, Information Broker
Treehollow, Silver Sage
Coriander (mom), Ansel (dad, deceased), Cilantro (brother), Caraway (sister)
❧ Parsley's Reference Sheet
Parsley is a goofy kid with a heart of gold who tries to help others help themselves. In his spare time, he works down at the Wealthy Jackal inn and tavern, serving tables and helping keep the place clean as he keeps an ear out for interesting new information.
Ages Throughout the Comic
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"Come on, man, I'm desperate!" Holly stamped her hoof in annoyance, her paws planted firmly on her hips. "You just don't want to help me because I'm a girl!"
Parsley wrinkled his nose in confusion. "What? What sort of a reason is that? I don't want to help you because you're being a rude git."
"Well, I'm older than you so you HAVE to help me!" she shot back, slamming her fist on his table and forcing him to lunge forward to keep the top from flipping off its feet.
"Holly, I don't..." He sighed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his muzzle. He flopped back into his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. "Fiiiine, let's see what you've brought, then."
Smiling in triumph, the sheep opened her fist to reveal a piece of quartz. "This whet your appetite, todd?"
"It's a rock," he said, picking at his nails. "It doesn't exactly wow me."
"UGH, come ON, Parse! It's pretty, isn't it? See how it catches the light? It almost looks magical!"
"...It's a rock," he repeated.
"Come on, I just want to know if Emir likes me! That's got to be worth a pretty rock."
Sighing, Parsley finally picked up the quartz and examined it. He turned it this way and that, and finally shrugged. "Alright, then, Holly. I accept your payment."
"And??" The sheep clasped her paws together, biting her lip.
"And he doesn't. Have a good day!"
With that, the fox hopped up and darted away before Holly could grab him.