[Wow. That's. Certainly a thing, sitting at that there table. Maybe it's human, but at seven feet tall, swaddled in rough brown robes, clumsy mittens on its hands and a blank white mask covering its face, it seems unlikely. Whatever it is, though, it isn't causing any trouble. It's just calmly tearing bits of bread off of a loaf and soaking them in broth, then tucking them underneath its mask.
Maybe you're both reaching for the same bit of food, and you bump hands. Maybe you're staring rudely, and that mask turns toward you, something glittering in the black behind the eye-holes. Or maybe you're brave enough to just say hi...?]
Randolph Carter | Cthulhu Mythos | Unseelie
[Wow. That's. Certainly a thing, sitting at that there table. Maybe it's human, but at seven feet tall, swaddled in rough brown robes, clumsy mittens on its hands and a blank white mask covering its face, it seems unlikely. Whatever it is, though, it isn't causing any trouble. It's just calmly tearing bits of bread off of a loaf and soaking them in broth, then tucking them underneath its mask.
Maybe you're both reaching for the same bit of food, and you bump hands. Maybe you're staring rudely, and that mask turns toward you, something glittering in the black behind the eye-holes. Or maybe you're brave enough to just say hi...?]