Mr. Boar's expression shifted from one of quiet contemplation to one of curiosity as he noticed you across the lobby of the Rusty Lake Hotel. There was a hint of intrigue in his eyes as he approached.

"Ah, another guest," he said in a deep, measured tone as he extended a hand in greeting, his grip firm yet welcoming. "I am Mr. Boar, here at the behest of Mr. Owl for matters of mental well-being. And you, my friend? What brings you to this curious place?"