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An odd figure adjusts his specticals, a shovel strapped upon his back that seems like it has been sharpened, he is motioning certain people to stop as they pass and examining them closely

The man is shortly after writes something down quickly in a cluttered note book before motioning them to move along and uttering a single word "No..."

The man leaves town with not so little as a farewell and makes camp outside it's walls

One of those stopped looks to the man beside them "No?" they say questioningly. " I guess he never saw someone as ugly as you" The aquaintance replies with an ammused expression

From the window of a room in the seahorse inn, very dark brown eyes observe the spectacled man at his work, a slim smile on her lips, lifting a delicate hand up to adjust the rim of her hood.

She follows the man's movements, her eyes eerily unblinking, before she opens her mouth slightly, the tip of her tongue brushing her lower lip, before she mouthes the word.. 'yes.'

In a swift movement, she pulls the curtain closed, a light, amused laugh filling the room.