“Hello hello, respectable one.” A bald gentleman says in what he presumes is a calm and collected tone as he enters. One hand grips a staff hooped with rings which cling together each time he brings it to the ground. His long earthly robes obscure his other hand.

A venerable fellow, he is fair of face and looks well-fed for a fellow on the road. “I have come at your request.”

Without invitation, he strides over with quick steps to take a seat next to you, practically hopping on. Putting one leg on his knee in a very undignified manner, the monk shifts one hand under his robes to hide the tail that threatens to reveal his whole stunt. “Is this about the travel papers? If so, will you please stamp them and let me and my fine companions continue on our way?”