Nonlethal Force said:Those headed to Great Bend:
As you near the town, you see a dirty man sitting alongside the road. It appears that he hasn't bathed for weeks - if not months. The flies that congregate around his person confirm this fact. He is dressed in a simple brown tattered robe. His boney bare feet stick out from the bottom of his robe as he sits. His sunken eye sockets reveal that he is also suffering from malnutrition - and potentialy disease. He glances up to you and briefly smiles, exposing more black teeth in his mouth than can be counted. As quickly as he glanced up to you he removes his glance and stares at the ground.
There is easily enough room on the road to pass by him on the other side without coming too close to him. As you draw near, you can hear him mumbling, "Ha ... Ha ... Ha ... Hathen duh ... duh ... don't ... likes me ... knee ... knee ... neither." It appears to be senseless babble.
Byntrou keeps to the far side of the road, hand hovering near his newly-obtained scimitar, made nervous by the man and his ramblings. He picks up the pace to put as much space between himself and the man as he can.