Wow! My first skin. ANYHOO, there's a small story I made for this one. So. Away. We Go!

The door to the tavern opened, letting a small bit of the storm inside. Calmly strolling through the door was a man with clothing made of several different pieces. A mismatched hood. Different colored sleeves. The whole person seemed... odd. The man sat in the middle of the tavern and began to talk. He told a story. The story started like this:The door to the tavern opened, letting a small bit of the storm inside.