"huh. Sounds like Otis. He's the only guy around here with a scar like that. You'll know it's him when you see 'im." He said, somewhat cryptically, though he didn't intend to be so.<br/><br/>He continued to drink from the mug  that he had, taking his time to sip and enjoy the chocolatey, minty, warming alcoholic beverage that was an After Dinner Mint.  "He's a good guy, from what I hear, but Fate's done him a few bad turns." His eyes drifted in the same direction she had gone, to the new comer. Another one that wasn't a local; he'd never seen the man before, and judging by his voice, it didn't seem like he was from around these parts.<br/><br/>It was curious, at least to Leofwine, to see so many  strangers running around. Quietly, he wondered if their wasn't more to this situation than he realized. He knew of others like himself, in that they had brush ins with the supernatural that changed them forever...some of them were like nomads these days, either trying to escape something, or, more likely, chasing something. He wondered if that last bit might be the case.