*Slowly takes off hood, which exposes a grey mass, half eaten off. A small worm was inside his temple. One eye was yellow, pointing looking to the right. The other was red, but was focused on Num3n. Besides that, there were large cuts and bruises all over*
Because my true face is something that you must all never see. Years and years ago, when I was still a young man, I was scarred when I was on a sailing through out the seas. But my ship was wrecked, and my face was never the same. So I just prefer wearing a cloack.
*Drinks Water*
Ah that feels better. Now how about a nice room to stay the nigh, eh?
*Kicks feet up*
*looks to see thing happening*
*sits down at the bar*
Drink for one please!
Hello. How do you do?
Ah... I will eventually.
*Orders drink*
You won't stab me with that thing, right?
Oh, well. Better than what I expected.
*Sits next to FrenchKittie*
Was it the roofies from last night's party?
*Collapses as well.*
Who robbed me?
*Looks in a toilet and finds them*
I shouldn't have gone out of that closet and party.
*Walks into another room where it is quiet*
What do you have a on your menu that's not drinks?
*Sits down*
I have never been to this village. But so far, it seems quite comfortable. Is there a place to sleep?
Well, if you must.
*Slowly takes off hood, which exposes a grey mass, half eaten off. A small worm was inside his temple. One eye was yellow, pointing looking to the right. The other was red, but was focused on Num3n. Besides that, there were large cuts and bruises all over*
Call me whatever you want, but I go by deathMars.
*Puts hood over*.
Because my true face is something that you must all never see. Years and years ago, when I was still a young man, I was scarred when I was on a sailing through out the seas. But my ship was wrecked, and my face was never the same. So I just prefer wearing a cloack.
I have no friends. I have no family. I just am. I walk around the countryside from inn to inn but still nobody has seen my true face.
Yes, please.
*Puts dark cloak hood more over his face, allowing no one to see it*