Out of the bushes came out a young man, or so it appeared, smartly dressed in red and black with a large, jaunty hat. His boots clicked on the ground, slightly muffled by grass and dirt. His face was partially obscured by a red bandit mask, though he was far too finely and richly dressed to be a bandit. He clicked out of the tent, and smiled, revealing a set of white, small sharp teeth. He glanced at the bat-like humanoid, and then at the large skeletal owlbear. He did not seem particularly puzzled by the fact that they were there.
"Oh goodie. I've been vaiting for somebody to keel dat bard vor sometime now." He nudged the corpse gently with his boot. He was only a little taller that the small, magic using boy, but he got the impression that the bat was a great dealer older than him, or at least, more powerful, "His songs vent round and round in my head."
He swept off his hat, revealing short, scruffy auburn hair, and bowed to the little bat, "My dear sir, you are cleerly a vizard of some magnificence," He positively beamed then and swept his hat dramatically upon his head, "I am Zee Scarlet Carson, zee bravest of zee brave, zee dashing of zee dashing, and of course, highly disreputable," He struck a dramatic pose with one of the two rapiers that dangled at his waist, "I'm an old name in zee business."
The Scarlet Carson pulled a face of curiosity and hope, half obscuring by his mask, " I don't zeposse you've seen my airsheeep?"
