I know I have seen some pretty strange, queer, and all around bewildering things in my time. I know I am only forty, but that's still relatively young to those who know me.
A man dressed in black clad, inhaling ale, and refusing a name? That however is the strangest so far. I wonder what he has to hide. I wonder why he hides. It's hard to hide in plain sight, yet, he did it right there in the Prancing Pony. My curiosity can't get the better of me. He warned me it was dangerous.
Little does he know that dangerous is all I tend to know.
