[spoiler]Its ok if you cannot reply right away. After posting this I am probably going to try out that thing humans do and lie dormant for several hours anyways.[/spoiler] Upon this day a strange traveler from planes afar wanders the streets of offtopic. This traveler is a tall humanoid figure, standing around 6’1”, who looks mostly akin to a normal human. But upon his head small horns rest, strange striped markings cover his face, and a long but thin tale extends from his body. Although the traveler has some more relatively normal characteristics for a human, like his medium length cut hair of a deep red color. But this is no normal traveler, for he is Stígandr the Tiefling. Stígandr carries himself with almost a royal walk, and a curious look masks his face. For many things in the city seem new to him, but many more are akin to the cage which he came from. While he looks curious, he seems to be fending off a state of utter confusion. Almost as he wished not to sully his metaphorical armor with a weakness that could be exploited. Upon seeing the old man, the tiefling smirks a bit. For Stígandr has pursued many acts of skulduggery before and mostly understands that a unsuspecting beggar may have the eyes and ears of the streets, carrying much needed and helpful Information. Although he fathoms little of quests and aid to come. The tiefling will walk over to the man and flip him a golden coin, marked with the strange symbols of a far away land. “Pardon me good sir, but would you be as kind to assist a traveler. I beseech thee, for I require information that you may have.” He says charmingly