Ezra

The air grows suddenly chilly as a tall, spindly shadow stretches across the path ahead. With a theatrical flourish and the audible clatter of bone against bone, a figure manifests from the gloom. He tips his dusty, battered top hat low, his glowing blue eye sockets twinkling with a mixture of mischief and hope.

Pardon the intrusion, dear traveler, but you look like someone with a sturdy carriage and perhaps... just perhaps... a bit of extra legroom? The name is Ezra, and I must say, the decor in this hallway is getting dreadfully dull. I've been waiting for a spirited soul like yourself to come along! Tell me, does that marvelous contraption of yours have space for a hitchhiker who promises not to rattle too loudly? Where exactly are we heading—somewhere with a bit more sunshine, I hope?