Lord's Rest Inn

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*GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD AFTERNOON!*

Theren is staggering through the woods, blood soaks his clothing as he murmurs deliriously.

Phoenix is shuffling through his backpack for something.

hearthstone is meditating outside.

-new character-

A man is walking up the path to the tavern. he was a light blue suit and slacks with nice oxford dress shoes. His warm brown eyes survey his surroundings behind thin glasses. His neatly groomed black hair ruffles a bit in the breeze.

Thirteen appears behind him. “You seem to be in need of help.”

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 "You don't pick your teachers. Most people will take what they can get. I've learned form experience. If they don't want you to teach them, they don't deserve to learn."

 "You're right about that. I reckon I could find someone to pass on some of my knowledge to." He squats down and waves aside the crows to pick through the cleaned fish bones. "I'll have to try to gather my knowings all in one place." He stands back up with a very thin, pointy fish bone. He stuffs his other hand in one of his deep coat pockets. 

 "What's that for?"

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 "You don't pick your teachers. Most people will take what they can get. I've learned form experience. If they don't want you to teach them, they don't deserve to learn."

 "You're right about that. I reckon I could find someone to pass on some of my knowledge to." He squats down and waves aside the crows to pick through the cleaned fish bones. "I'll have to try to gather my knowings all in one place." He stands back up with a very thin, pointy fish bone. He stuffs his other hand in one of his deep coat pockets. 

 "What's that for?"

 He pulls a spool of thread out from his pocket and unwinds some of the string. "I'm just patching up my patches." He begins to stitch down one of his flapping rags using the bone as a needle. He checks to make sure the stitching on his mouth is sufficiently tight and in place. A crow lands on his hat causing it to slide over his eyes. He waves the crow away and pushes it back in place. "If I ain't careful I'll fall to pieces. I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name?"

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 "You don't pick your teachers. Most people will take what they can get. I've learned form experience. If they don't want you to teach them, they don't deserve to learn."

 "You're right about that. I reckon I could find someone to pass on some of my knowledge to." He squats down and waves aside the crows to pick through the cleaned fish bones. "I'll have to try to gather my knowings all in one place." He stands back up with a very thin, pointy fish bone. He stuffs his other hand in one of his deep coat pockets. 

 "What's that for?"

 He pulls a spool of thread out from his pocket and unwinds some of the string. "I'm just patching up my patches." He begins to stitch down one of his flapping rags using the bone as a needle. He checks to make sure the stitching on his mouth is sufficiently tight and in place. A crow lands on his hat causing it to slide over his eyes. He waves the crow away and pushes it back in place. "If I ain't careful I'll fall to pieces. I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name?"

 "Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbaeu, at your service."

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 "What's that for?"

 He pulls a spool of thread out from his pocket and unwinds some of the string. "I'm just patching up my patches." He begins to stitch down one of his flapping rags using the bone as a needle. He checks to make sure the stitching on his mouth is sufficiently tight and in place. A crow lands on his hat causing it to slide over his eyes. He waves the crow away and pushes it back in place. "If I ain't careful I'll fall to pieces. I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name?"

 "Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbaeu, at your service."

 "Now that's quite the name." He says as he pulls the needle through his cloth, speaking through sealed lips. "I'd give you mine but it wouldn't be fair for me to choose one so just call me Scarecrow." 

*I'm back! I'm making brownies with chocolate chips and chunks!*