Lord's Rest Inn

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*(re)introing a new character, do do do do*

 

A man walks into town. He seems pretty normal-- brown hair, kind face, walking casually around-- but there's one thing off about him. Half of him is covered up entirely. Half of a mask is glued onto the left part of his face, a glove is strapped into his left hand but not the right, and in general not a single bit of him is exposed on his left. He seems to be looking for something.

 "Howdy," says and unseen voice. "What're you lookin' for?" Several crows flap around you, filling the air with their harsh caws. 

 He jumps back, and looks around. "Where are you? WHO are you?"

 "I'm up here," says the voice. You look up to see the mismatched boots of a scarecrow dangling off the edge of a roof. Two black button eyes gaze down at you from under a wide brimmed hat and a mouth stitched closed smiles at you from where the scarecrow is seated. Black crows are perched all along the roof. He raises a glove hand and waves. 

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*(re)introing a new character, do do do do*

 

A man walks into town. He seems pretty normal-- brown hair, kind face, walking casually around-- but there's one thing off about him. Half of him is covered up entirely. Half of a mask is glued onto the left part of his face, a glove is strapped into his left hand but not the right, and in general not a single bit of him is exposed on his left. He seems to be looking for something.

 Greg waves at him. "Who might you be?"

 "Huh?" He turns towards him. "Oh, my name's Hospit. Who are you?"

 "Greg. You looking for something?"

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*(re)introing a new character, do do do do*

 

A man walks into town. He seems pretty normal-- brown hair, kind face, walking casually around-- but there's one thing off about him. Half of him is covered up entirely. Half of a mask is glued onto the left part of his face, a glove is strapped into his left hand but not the right, and in general not a single bit of him is exposed on his left. He seems to be looking for something.

 "Howdy," says and unseen voice. "What're you lookin' for?" Several crows flap around you, filling the air with their harsh caws. 

 He jumps back, and looks around. "Where are you? WHO are you?"

 "I'm up here," says the voice. You look up to see the mismatched boots of a scarecrow dangling off the edge of a roof. Two black button eyes gaze down at you from under a wide brimmed hat and a mouth stitched closed smiles at you from where the scarecrow is seated. Black crows are perched all along the roof. He raises a glove hand and waves. 

 "Huh. I never thought I'd see a sentient scarecrow sitting on a roof."

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*(re)introing a new character, do do do do*

 

A man walks into town. He seems pretty normal-- brown hair, kind face, walking casually around-- but there's one thing off about him. Half of him is covered up entirely. Half of a mask is glued onto the left part of his face, a glove is strapped into his left hand but not the right, and in general not a single bit of him is exposed on his left. He seems to be looking for something.

 Greg waves at him. "Who might you be?"

 "Huh?" He turns towards him. "Oh, my name's Hospit. Who are you?"

 "Greg. You looking for something?"

 "Oh, yeah. I'm looking for some land to set some stuff up on. I got a small entertainment business going on, and I'm looking for somewhere here to set it up."

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*(re)introing a new character, do do do do*

 

A man walks into town. He seems pretty normal-- brown hair, kind face, walking casually around-- but there's one thing off about him. Half of him is covered up entirely. Half of a mask is glued onto the left part of his face, a glove is strapped into his left hand but not the right, and in general not a single bit of him is exposed on his left. He seems to be looking for something.

 "Howdy," says and unseen voice. "What're you lookin' for?" Several crows flap around you, filling the air with their harsh caws. 

 He jumps back, and looks around. "Where are you? WHO are you?"

 "I'm up here," says the voice. You look up to see the mismatched boots of a scarecrow dangling off the edge of a roof. Two black button eyes gaze down at you from under a wide brimmed hat and a mouth stitched closed smiles at you from where the scarecrow is seated. Black crows are perched all along the roof. He raises a glove hand and waves. 

 "Huh. I never thought I'd see a sentient scarecrow sitting on a roof."

 "Sorry, the wind blew me up here." Then he pushes himself forward, sliding off the roof. He falls slower than you would expect though, and his clothing flutters about him as if it was blown about by a strong wind. He lands lightly on his feet. "You don't exactly blend into a crowd yourself."