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[halfbrick_inna_sock]

Today there is an old man in a robe laying out on the lawn of the complex. He looks a little dazed and confused. Probably because he just landed there. A short ways from his head is his hat, proclaiming "Wizzard" in sequins, some of which have fallen off.

There's also what appears to be a chest of some sorts sitting nearby. Of course, normal chests don't have feet, but who said it was normal?

The old man reaches his hand vaguely along the ground towards the hat until his fingers locate it. Even stunned as he is, he makes sure he didn't lose it.