You are walking down a road and you see before you a man sitting on a log and cleaning his staff, he is whistling to himself and looks very relaxed. You approach and he seems surprised but not scared to see you. He looks you up and down then speaks

"You're not from around these parts are you?"

He then stands up and stows away his staff

"Well my name is Ozma, what shall I call you?"

He asks you with a warm smile.