After a few drinks (or whatever else you please) at the local tavern, you wear on your way, whether that be home or out of town on a grand journey.

While on your way you come across a man in a trench coat with... unstable footing. His cloths touched every inch of his body and his face was obscured by his facial hair and hat. Your intrusive thoughts get the better of you as you rip off his coat.

Turns out it was just three kobolds under there!

[Two]: AAHHH!

[One]: Welp, dang it.

[Three]: Three blankly grins at you behind his "mustache".