Lord's Rest Inn

A man is walking through the snow, dressed in a large, black, furry cape that conceals most of his body, parting in the middle to reveal his stained, white-and-turquoise pinstriped apron. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his cloak clasp doesn't resemble any known house. He smells strongly of herbs and perfume, even despite the cold numbing the senses.

His face is pale and gaunt, shadowed by his top hat and partially covered by his long, thick scarf. Closer inspection reveals that half of his face is a tin mask intended to look exactly like the rest of his face, held on by a pair of glasses without lenses. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.

He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.

'Hey there'

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A man is walking through the snow, dressed in a large, black, furry cape that conceals most of his body, parting in the middle to reveal his stained, white-and-turquoise pinstriped apron. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his cloak clasp doesn't resemble any known house. He smells strongly of herbs and perfume, even despite the cold numbing the senses.

His face is pale and gaunt, shadowed by his top hat and partially covered by his long, thick scarf. Closer inspection reveals that half of his face is a tin mask intended to look exactly like the rest of his face, held on by a pair of glasses without lenses. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.

He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.

 *Back for a bit*

Throden, the bartender, waves to them. "You okay there, sir? Wanted a drink for your ills?"

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'Hey there'

 The aristocrat looks at Flint with very faint pity in his one visible eye. "Hello, there."

'Ya ok? Ya look a little sad'

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A man is walking through the snow, dressed in a large, black, furry cape that conceals most of his body, parting in the middle to reveal his stained, white-and-turquoise pinstriped apron. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his cloak clasp doesn't resemble any known house. He smells strongly of herbs and perfume, even despite the cold numbing the senses.

His face is pale and gaunt, shadowed by his top hat and partially covered by his long, thick scarf. Closer inspection reveals that half of his face is a tin mask intended to look exactly like the rest of his face, held on by a pair of glasses without lenses. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.

He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.

 *Back for a bit*

Throden, the bartender, waves to them. "You okay there, sir? Wanted a drink for your ills?"

 A faint smile. "Sure. Couldn't hurt. Might even warm me up a bit." He chuckles and sits down. "How about... huh, I don't recognize any of these drinks." He seems delighted as opposed to confused. "Just a beer for now. For my health."

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'Ya ok? Ya look a little sad'

 "You just look like a lot of my patients. Do you need help with anything?"

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A man is walking through the snow, dressed in a large, black, furry cape that conceals most of his body, parting in the middle to reveal his stained, white-and-turquoise pinstriped apron. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his cloak clasp doesn't resemble any known house. He smells strongly of herbs and perfume, even despite the cold numbing the senses.

His face is pale and gaunt, shadowed by his top hat and partially covered by his long, thick scarf. Closer inspection reveals that half of his face is a tin mask intended to look exactly like the rest of his face, held on by a pair of glasses without lenses. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.

He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.

 *Back for a bit*

Throden, the bartender, waves to them. "You okay there, sir? Wanted a drink for your ills?"

 A faint smile. "Sure. Couldn't hurt. Might even warm me up a bit." He chuckles and sits down. "How about... huh, I don't recognize any of these drinks." He seems delighted as opposed to confused. "Just a beer for now. For my health."