You take a step into your favorite restaurant. It's small, quiet, and empty, fitting for your tiny town. You recently moved here after someone put a bounty on your head... but life is nice here. You order your usual and take a seat at your favorite bar-stool. You sip your drink and mind your own-- "Heyyyy... I know you~" You look up to see someone sitting beside you at the bar. They wear a black cloak, shrouding their body... however, you can still see the alarming feathery face underneath the hood: perhaps the result of a failed transfiguration spell. They tap the bar with two talons. "I'm a big fan!" His orange eyes are wide with excitement as he looks at you, leaning in a little too close.