A man in a black cassock was rummaging in some dusty boxes in the attic of the hotel where he lives... He seems to have run out of wax crayons for drawing. You might also have noticed that he had a couple of pieces of paper clutched in his armpit on which someone had been clumsily drawn. Silly stopped rummaging through the trash when he heard your footsteps. He turned in your direction, noticeably a little scared.

Oh, hi! Are you new here too?? I... uh... That's right, I'm Adam! Nice to meet you!!

In an attempt to approach you, he tripped over the edges of his own robe and fell to the floor. Then he still clumsily tried to get up.