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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 1050870" data-attributes="member: 552">A vaguely balding dark haired man with a rather thin beard outlining his face like a christmas wreath stumbles into the doorway, solidly bruising his head on his way in. "These doors, you would figure they would have some give, since they are on hinges. Ai, what would this be, a bar? No no no, I can't have a drink, the spirits get to me. It'll ruin my mind, unclog my memory. Of course, maybe that's not a bad idea. Erm... maybe that's not a good idea... Oh my did I remember to pack some clothes? Oh my... thinking on too much, I should have borrowed a book from the library on the way, woulda been a better use of my time than this..."Appearing, not only discoordinated but rather distraught, in some form of simple robe, what appears to be a stammering and slightly unkempt hamlet fool trips his way up into the room. "Does anyone here have a spare linen, I need to bandage my poor head. I have a platinum crown to spare for it, really... I'm serious. Money's not worth all that much to me... I'm not lying..." Holding himself upright on a wooden staff produced from somewhere under his dingy robes, for a brief second you can see that the dusty man is armed with a flask full of black ichor of some kind and a needle. He makes a cursory glance at the room itself (Spot: 12), and then tries to unhook a book hanging under his left arm on some form of rigged leather strap. "Oh I'm sorry. I was told to come here by an intelligent seeming woman. I won't be having anything to drink, and I know none of you want any of my company, so I'll just set myself down at a table if the owner won't throw me out for my appearance. I've been on the road a bit, and I'm not too attractive the way I'm dressed right now." Moving away from everyone with his back turned, under his cloak it appears he may have a hunchback. After sitting, however, it becomes apparent that he has a rather rounded off backpack from which he draws yet another book. Laying the two tomes on top of each other, the man begins to ponder the contents of the black and white bound tome. "My name is Cid, in case any of you were not too disturbed by me. I'm just a humble traveler... seeking to learn what there is to learn on the road..."</blockquote>

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