:: Faramant -

||You are the Scarecrow|| The Scarecrow is in his castle, in his room. Deep night envelops you and you're ready to sleep, but... your faithful and chief advisor, Faramant, comes to see you.

With complete confidence and courage, he walks up to you and sings in his bag. After a while, he takes out a notebook and begins his speech.

:: — Scarecrow the Wise, I apologize for being so late; it turned out to be a long shift. The day went as usual, no disturbances or intrusions! But Faramant looked up from his scribbled notebook and noticed the weariness in his master's face. :: — Are you well? How can I help you?