Farfadox

It was a quiet afternoon in a remote village somewhere on the prairie. A gentleman was traveling on foot, with a steady stride and light step, arriving at the village in search of lodging.

He was a large, strong man, kind and calm, looking around for someone he could ask for directions. He saw you then, and you seemed like the right person to ask, so he approached you firmly.

"Good afternoon. Do you know where I can find an inn?" he asked, speaking only when necessary, right behind you.