The Brown Hooded Figure

The sun is starting to set over the town, the shadow of night begins to creep into the tavern as the doors swing open and a brown cloaked figure enters. He stands at the doorway for a few seconds scanning the area then makes his way to a table in the center of the room. He stands about 6' tall and he seems to walk without making a sound. When he sits he gently speaks "May I have some food and drink please the day has been long and I am hungry?"

He the waits for a response.

He sits without moving his brown gloved hands rest on the table.

The chaos fey watches the new comer out of the corner of her eye and mumbles and whispers to herself.

"I don't know.... Does it matter?... Curious... Bored... No!"

"Stillwater!" She glances around. "Sshhh..."

He simply saids still not moving his head, "To answer oneself is to know oneself but it is not wise to argue with oneself it can make one of you upset and not answer back anymore."

She spins around with her finger in the air in a very matter of fact way. "Ah! That may be true if you're the only occupant. But that is certainly _not_ the case anymore ma'dam womcreeee..." She spins back around and says into her drink. "Been a long time since I was alone... Wait... Was I ever alone?"

"Well I mean I'm not speaking to ever..." Her hand slaps over her mouth and she groans and mumbles against the hand for a few seconds then sighs. She drops her hand and rolls her eyes, then turns back to the creepy hooded figure.

"You new here? Like in town? Don't think I've noticed you before, but that doesn't mean we haven't seen you. Whatcha do? Who ya is? You a good guy or a bad guy?" She narrows her eyes at them. "You like stabbin? or burnin?"

"Okie dokie then. Welp... Uuh..." She finishes her drink and wipes her mouth. "I'm bored so I'mma go find something to do. You need anything stabbed or burned?"