Oskarr (who had always been on the diminutive side, even for a dwarf) is currently nursing a noticeable lump as he speaks with the claw-limbed scarecrow known as Clapperclaw. As the rest of the party approaches, they’d see the delicate gold tattoos inked onto his head constantly shift and shimmer, mirroring the dancing constellations of his home world’s night sky. 

Turning to face the small group of strangers, Oskarr gives a small wave of greeting as he calls out, [color=f6989d]“Well met strangers! Clapperclaw here says you just came from Bavlorna’s cottage. Is she home? I know I came here to ask her something, but I just can’t remember what…”[/color] He scratches his noticeably hairless chin while continuing, [color=f6989d]“You see, I remember seeing an inn and trying to make my way to it, but suddenly it was much closer than I expected. And the strangest thing, it was walking! On dozens or hundreds of feet! I was so surprised that I didn’t react in time to move out of its path. I can’t tell you how many times I got kicked and stomped on, but I was soon knocked unconscious. When I woke up I just started wandering until I came across this strange but friendly fellow who mentioned that this area belongs to just the lady I was looking for!”[/color]